Twirl like the whooshing wind
Dance like there is no tomorrow
Move and be moved
A cool winter day. Loud music blaring from the speakers. Half a dozen dancers dancing to some traditional Rajasthani folk songs as the crowds cheer them on.
In the midst of that frenzy-driven combination of movement and passion, there comes a moment of quiet. When the dancer pauses for a split second while the world around her still moves.