‘You won’t dance. That’s it.’
He left
the room after putting his stamp of word onto her fate.
Something somewhere creaked,
a sudden force fall
off,
as if someone hammered her heart into thousand pieces.
Her feet started wavering,
eyes palpitating
as her existence into middle of nowhere.
The energy she had been restricted to
herself since ages,
connected with an imaginary source.
A quick move and
she danced…
she danced like refusing every direction,
every measure, world prompt to
her.
The wordless expression was enough
to reveal
that beneath her flesh
there was frolic soul of flamingo.
- Ankita Chauhan