The hidden language of my soul

I can still remember the day I was arguing with my mum trying to find a lame reason to avoid joining dance class, thinking that I am unable to dance. Mocking my room’s door, went straight to my bed, hugged my pillow and started crying. My mum tried to convince me as best as possible and she finally did. She told me to take a look on the class, the teacher and the students attending it and I agreed. My mum dressed me in a very poised way and for the very first time I had looked myself in the mirror for several times since I always had a tomboy look for ages. The 6 year old me got dressed up well and was excited at the same time nervous to explore this new journey of my life. Stepped inside the class with a reluctance, I heard a sweet voice of lady probably telling some jadhis. She looked at me and said “Hello cutie!!”[I m not sure].She noticed that I was too nervous so she made me comfortably sit in her lap. My mum left me in that class and went home. I was curiously watching the place and I saw there were 7 students who were dancing. I was looking at my dance teacher’s face, sitting in her lap. I just had a different feeling wondering what bond is this going to be. Finally,the class was over and my mum came to pick me up. She asked are you ready to join the class…. With a bright smile I said “YES!!”……

To be continued…