Bina payal ke hi baje ghungaroo! Part 5 (Epilogue, Series -Her)

 "Hurry up kids. Make a line. The participants of kathak dance please go to room no.2. Participants for singing category please go to room no.1", the teacher was repeating the instructions, back stage.

"Let me help you with the kathak dance participants. You can manage others", I suggested the teacher.

"Oh! Thankyou so much Mam. You don't know what a great help you have been, since few days. Since your daughter mentioned that you are a very good dancer and that you would help us with the annual function, I could breathe finally. You can see how chaotic it gets, managing children of all ages. Mam, thanks for the help", the teacher said, with a broad smile.

I was delighted that I could help them, even if it was anything related to dance. I had been attending their rehearsals, past few days. My daughter was happy too. She proudly boasted about her mother being skilled with dance moves. She would ask me to show the mudras, the stance, the footsteps, and when I would nail it, she would grin, cheek to cheek.

It wasn't easy for me to be here. I had gathered whatever courage I had to speak up. But I never knew that my family would be supportive. I had never tried to be open about what I liked or what my passion was. I always took a back step and set their priorities in the front. But when my daughter, enthusiastically, asked her dad whether I could assist her teacher with the annual function, he said yes. And that too without harsh arguments. He said if I could handle the household chores and the additional work simultaneously, then why not. I just had to make sure my MIL feels comfortable, before leaving the house.

And I was elated to hear that. I would finish all the chores in time. Instruct my maid about handling my MIL's chores, in my absence and then get ready to step my foot outside, which was after ages. All my fancy saaris, salwar-kameej, that were stacked, smelled the fresh air after long time. My hair was pampered and styled in a different hairstyle for a change. My pale skin saw some colour and lifeless eyes were highlighted with some kajal.

My daughter was surprised to see her mom's makeup talent. She made me help her classmates with their makeup too. As I stepped in the makeup room, the fragrance of cosmetics filled my nose at once, reminding me of those long lost days. I felt the rush once again. With each stroke of makeup brush, as their cheeks were tinted pink, my heart was painted in myriad hues of joy.

The girls were ready to perform.

I stood at the wings of the stage, a bit nervous. The girls took their positions and "cue music", said my mind. The song played, "Ghar more pardesiya...." and Madhuri's face flashed in front of my eyes. With each step that my daughter took, I sensed the thrill that my life was missing all this time. My feet tapped along with the rhythm and in my head I performed with them, matching their pace. I didn't have ghungroos on my feet, yet I felt the chimes. As she took the circles with elegance, my soul drenched in euphoria, as if I was performing with her on that stage.

The performance was over and the audience broke into a huge applause. My eyes filled with tears. I relived my dreams with my daughter's each twirl and sway. It was like coming alive, waking up from a deep slumber.

My heart was overflowing with happiness. My daughter came running towards me, "Did you like it mom?", she asked. And I hugged her, "The best performance I've ever seen my dear", I said.

And with this, I embarked upon a new journey, I decided not to look back anymore!


PC: Tellychakkar.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Follow your heart, take a step forward, don't assume things in your head. Just be confident of yourself and dream to make it happen! ~ Jui.
It's the epilogue to the series 'Her'. Hope you liked my attempt.
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