The cultural programme was the latest talk in our campus. Lots of parents were trying to get their children to participate in some prog or the other. Older kids were forming groups and coming up with their own skits, dances. I was the lazy one .. not too interested. Varun told me that he was not going to participate this time and I was like ah! relaxed... well! it could not be that simple :-) Varsha wanted to dance. She was insistent that this time she wanted to be on stage and dance.
I had to do something this time.After some searching came to know that one of my friends was preparing for a dance. I requested her and she obliged. Varsha was excited and eager to learn. In four days varsha learnt the steps and she would be dancing and singing all the time. The D-Day came. I was little worried whether she would be comfortable in her costume (she is normally very sensitive about the feel of her clothes) but today was different. She got up happy and full of life.
She got ready and there was not a single sound from her about her costume, hair. When i blundered while putting her tattoo mehndi, she actually told me,'It's ok ... atleast there is something on my hand.. we should be happy with what we have.'
When she was dancing on the stage I could see her smiling and really enjoying herself. She wanted to dance.. she found a way and nothing stopped her from enjoying every moment of it. My goal... I find the way
Varsha is second in the line with brown/red dupatta
