The hidden language of my soul

It was one fine day, I reached my home from school in a hurry not to miss my dance class. Had my snacks, dressed well and sat back on my father’s bike. Entered into my class and took guruvanakam as usual. My dance teacher said that she have an announcement at the end of the class. Everyone had a sudden rush of excitement to know what will it be and so was I. Since everyone insisted her to tell the announcement she told that we were going to do our first stage performance in a theatre. It was a cloud-nine moment for me until she added some more information to it. Yes of course, it was the selection list [ I have always been tensed whenever they announce this selection list]. Much to my surprise, I was not a part of it and most of my friends were. My little heart got broken. The class got continued and I was just in my own world, very upset and thinking why I was not a part of it. I tried to dance even more better in front of my teacher just in case she will join me in that program but in vain. Finally, the class was over , we were ready to disperse and my teacher got a call. She made us to stay a little longer. She came up with a news ,”We got an other program”[ I was not pretty much excited for this]. Sometimes they say bolt from the blue and yes she didn’t pause with that she added,” Now, the team is split into two and everyone are going to perform”. She asked everyone “Are you guys ready to perform?”. With a brighter smile I said “YES!”.

To be continued

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