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I have not been a trained dancer. I have never learned any dance form be it Indian or western. But since first class in my school, I remember myself participating in Dance performances. I have been crazy about dance through out my school days.

I have quite wonderful memories related dance and my craziness for it. In my co-ed school, I was the first one to prepare girls-boys dance (although that could not succeed coz boys fell in love with girls and it ended badly) (Laughing out loud).We were also first one to dance on slow music, kind of couple dance (this time girls playing the roles of boys.) (It was still a bold step for a school function.) I had choreographed many dance performances, and my favorite one was a Mujra which we performed on the Annual Function in my 12th standard. 

I love organizing dance functions , so I have organized a couple of dance functions in my Colony. For an organization, I have taught dance to kids for many years. It gives me immense pleasure and satisfaction when a kid knocks my door to ask, "would you help us preparing a dance." 

Later, I was in the Banasthali University, where it was hard to enter into dance performance for Annual function. So when I got a chance to participate in a play, I did it. From there I turned towards writing. I became an editorial team member of our college magazine. After that I never got chance to perform on a big stage. 

But I still love dance and fancy to become a dance tutor and performer. Dance is one thing that boosts my creativity and gives a sense of soulful Living.

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Comments

Unknown said…
I believe that you don't need to be trained to dance, you just have to feel the music is all.


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@ngel ~ said…
Very true. But to reach to the perfection and Improvement, one needs training for all Arts.
Amreen Shaikh said…
Beaytiful! Dance has its own magic! Keep it alive.

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