Ghunghroo_for_kathak

Anklets worn for kathak

Advaita got up to a fresh filter cappi. She knew that this brew will make her sail throughout the day. After all, Saturdays weren’t easy for her. A small conflict with maid servant, a not-so-great report card in Parents- teachers meet, a not so fruitful client meet in her office had already made her heart sunk throughout the day.  She looked at her fitness gear for time. Those hardly any 2000 steps further added to the disappointment. She realized she hasn’t had her lunch due to the chaotic day. And had no further time to eat. She looked in the side mirror,parked the car off and went for her dance practice scheduled at 5.00 p.m. A quick call to her home for knowing the how about. She parked the car and stepped in the Sabha by doing Namaskarams/prostating to the floor. She tied the ghunghroo and there started the Taal. Once she entered the trance, she was no mother no MD no wife but “Advaita” her own self,oblivious to the heavy peak traffic moving outside the sabha and  inside her own chaotic mind.Being Advaita, wasn’t that difficult, she exclaimed!