From dance, to love

He had never seen such a dance. His eyeballs swayed with the swift movements of the girl in the navy blue gown. Her movements were graceful, fluid almost. Now and then a hand in the air, the gentle rocking of a bare midriff, an eager display of a seductive toe would set his heart on fire. With each slight move she made, he could feel liquid passion traversing his veins, it was not blood anymore. It was not the world he had known. He was above the world and every petty fight he had fought there. She was now moving in slow circles, her head held up high. A thick black curtain of hair tore the air around her. She did not lift her feet from the ground and went on about, mutely

' what a babe' someone next to him said. One moment of solid fury was followed by reminder of his commitment to himself. ' He swallowed and settled back in the seat. 'I would like to take her home. This one right there'  A drunken voice dulled his senses. There was a loud smack as his hand went flying across the man's cheek.

Impulse had beaten reason. Heart  had beaten  mind.''Son of a --''

Fuming, he sat there contended and still. He did not move even when two important looking officers came upto him with furious eyes. Did not say a word when they dragged him along.

He was back after a slight discourse with the policemen. There was a cigarette in his mouth emitting grey bursts of smoke in the already dull surroundings. Dull, except for the girl dancing in the middle of the stage..

And boy, she was a thing of beauty.Her hair which covered her back occasionally gave way to reveal a tiny waist whenever she turned around. She seemed to defy the laws of gravity as she floated and glided across the floor , sometimes inching her hips forward, shoulders backward like a fashion model. In the next moment her gait would be untrained yet elegant like that of a woman in desert looking for water.There was opera playing in the background but he was sure that her dainty feet would be making no sound even in the absence of this music. He did not know long this show would last, but he could sit there till the end of his life and just look at her dance. Scattered bits of information, incidences from childhood, all the tragedies life had inflicted upon him and the crimes he had committed,   took places in his mind like soldiers queuing up for a battle. Slowly and gently, on the surface of his troubling thoughts was laid a smooth layer of calm and peace. He did not hurt anymore. The bleeding in his heart had stopped. Her dance had done what years of yoga training and meditation could not do for him.

The bowing of her gentle form represented his willingness for the evil. Her delicate hand undulating  in the air reflected his journey with its ups and downs. The to-and-fro rocking of her body but represented his oscillation between right and wrong, good and evil. The lifting of that delicate face infused into him the hope of a better tomorrow. All his troubles had been recognized, owned and explained. Soon,  the dull ache in his heart was lightened as she danced to give expression to his pain.

It could have been hours, or a few minute, for him time had flown like sand from an open palm and at the same time he had experienced an eternity of longing and loving.
 There was to be a next dancer. The girl in the navy blue dress had to make her way out of the stage. He, RAN like a maniac. His jacket and muffler flying about him. He wanted her. He wanted her at any cost life had to ask of him. Running as fast as his legs could carry him, trampling over a chair twice , he had now reached the stage. He could see her. Make out the gentle curves of her elegant form much more clearly now. He did not know her name, he did not need to. Some communications demand a childlike impulsiveness. He held the hem of her gown like a child and tugged with a little jerk. The world froze in the next moment when she turned around to face him. No one inhabited the planet except them. And this girl could be the God of the universe for all he knew. She made love to him in a deep, penetrating glance. Her smile purified his heart which was the heart of a monster.  And the whole world, if they could read the deep secrets inside the hearts of people would understand that why there stood a killer , a kidnapper, a merciless man , at the feet of a dancer in an ordinary theatre.

Sky had something to say about this because precisely at that moment, a falling star made a kid in the audience pray. ' I want a fairytale to happen'. The kid must have asked.

For right in front of her, there happened one.

 And they danced their way to love as the brown, artistic fingers of a goddess found the white,manly fingers of a criminal.