Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Of love and music

There really is something special about garba nights, Ruchi mused. The colours are brighter, the lights more sparkly and the music…oh there's no music like garba music. Everyone was on the dance floor. Girls who could move like a dream, boys with unlimited energy, uncles with two left feet, oh and those overweight aunties.. gosh how could they
be so beautifully graceful?

However, she alone stood rooted at the periphery, bound by a strange self consciousness that refused to leave her ever since she could remember. Her heart danced to the music, her feet tapped in perfect time but she stood still, soaking in the atmosphere.

Like each year, soon she was balancing a bunch of bags, clutches, mobile phones and cameras and clicking pictures for friends and strangers.

She felt a tug at her dupatta and looked down to find Seher, her three year old daughter. This was her first time at the Navartris and boy, was she excited! She loved everything about it. Her brand new chaniya choli, her jewellery and her bright yellow dandiya sticks. But most of all, she loved being the centre of attraction.

How beautiful she is, marvelled Ruchi, part of me yet so much her own person, so very different.

“Mama I want to dance,” said Seher
“Go on baby, go and dance,” she said pointing to the dance floor.
“I want to dance with you,” she said.
“Okay darling,” said Ruchi. She found a chair, deposited the bags and phones and held out her hands clapping to the beat, letting Seher take up all the moves.
‘No mama,” said she, "not like this, like we dance at home.”

They'd often fooled around in their living room, clapping to the beats, matching steps, clinking dandiyas. But that was different.

She looked around self consciously then glanced at the small eager face of her daughter. With an uncertain smile she lifted the dandiya and took a few tentative steps. She looked around again. No one was watching. She relaxed, yes she could do this. They were barely visible in the half light at the edge of the dance floor.

‘Mama let’s dance there,” said Seher, after a few minutes, pointing right to the centre.
“No way,” said Ruchi. “You go on, I’ll clap from here.”
‘But mama everyone is there, all my friends and yours. Let’s go pleeeeeese. No one can even see us here.”
That’s the point, thought Ruchi silently.
“No baby, mama is tired, you go ahead. Go dance with Amrita Aunty. Remember how she taught you the steps.”
“But I like the steps you taught me best and I don’t want to go with Amrita Aunty,” said Seher stubbornly digging in her feet.

Ruchi looked at her, then at that daunting crowd. Oh how she hated making a fool of herself. Seher tugged at her hand impatiently. “They are playing our song. Come on ma, it’ll finish,” she cried, almost in tears.. “Please ma.”

Ruchi sighed. She looked at her daughter. She had to do this. She would do it and to hell with what who would say.

“Alright,” she said, settling her duaptta. A smile lit up her daughter's tiny face so bright it blotted out everything else. She took her ma’s hand and they joined the circle of dancers right in the middle.

And then they danced.. mother and daughter.. matching steps, forgetting everything .. celebrating the music and their love.

It's Day 4 at 'The Write Tribe Festival of Words' (8th - 14th December 2013). Today's prompt is Music. For some super musical entries from Write Tribers go here..


  1. That's so sweet. Glad that Ruchi could finally let go of her shyness and dance along with her daughter. Only a kid can do the impossible :)

  2. Lovely! Glad that Ruchi shed her inhibitions and danced with her daughter! Inspired from real life incident?

  3. Oops! Just saw, my comment so very similar to Prasanna :D

  4. I could have written this! It's exactly the scene that played out at a Dandiya party earlier this year.I cannot dance for nuts and for some reason, Gy insisted that I should dance with her! All the hesitation crept up, but I finally gave in and you're right! Nobody looked at us in disdain. Nobody noticed. I was so happy that day :) Loved the unfurling of emotions, OM!

  5. Very cute little story. Loved reading it. It is really difficult to say 'no' to your innocent children.

  6. Children have a way of making you do things you perhaps had never ever imagined no? :) that was such a sweet story!

  7. Thanks for reading all of you brave souls. The minute I exceed 500 words I give up hope anyone ever having the patience!

    Prasanna: I was glad too that she could let go.

    Shilpa: absolutely. Thought I'd add a note dedicating it to N then chickened out!

    Shailaja: you too? And you're right nobody is bothered except us.

    Usha.. You do things for your kids that you've never done for anyone else.

    Aditi: yes.. They do. Thanks for reading.

  8. That's a cute, at the same time, inspiring story :) And love the way you've weaved it. True story ?

  9. And music brings mothers and daughters together!

  10. Sid.. Yeah.. Though the real thing was not quite s dramatic.

    Michelle.. Sure does.

  11. What a beautiful little story. When music knocks on the heart we forget the outside world and dance to its tunes.

  12. U know the best thing about children? They bring the best within us and gently remind us to let go of shyness. Love it:)

  13. We become so self conscious as we age, don't we? If we really knew that no one was paying any attention to us and were intent on the beat and the music themselves they would never think twice. They would only experience the joy! I usually need to be well lit and fortified with drink before I will brave a public dance floor. At home, which is where I am most of the time, I have no qualms. ♥

  14. such a lovely story... and I agree with what Kathy said. We get self conscious after an age - that inner child who was so free disappears and thats really sad.
    A lovely take on the prompt.

  15. The little girl with her innocence managed to bring her mom out of the oyster to shed her shyness and inhibitions. lovely story. and this must be true with many ladies.

  16. Lovely story.
    'Dance like no one is watching' - Kids know it best !

  17. Little girls are truly angels! Love how you easily concluded this post with a happy ending, Tulika! :)

  18. forgetting everything, celebrating the music and their love.....
    Nothing like music to create that bond.

  19. Amazing how kids can get us out of our comfort zone when no one else can!

  20. awww I can understand the apprehension ... I myself being shy ... but once you get on the dance floor and shed off the apprehensions.. there's no looking back :D

  21. That was such a beautiful and cute post. I personally find myself moving to the music when it inspires me and more often than not all self consciousness is forgotten at these times.

  22. touching post... and you know my nick name is Ruchi too... i would love to take part in the Navratri garba dances some day... :)

  23. Hey Pratikshya.. You must.. It's quite an experience.

    Jairam.. Music does help one to loosen up.

    Rajlakshmi.. It doesn't come easily to everyone.. But once you can forget about who's watching it can be fun.

    Robyn.. Yeah kids can do that.

  24. Vidya.. I told you l love happy endings and if I'm to write a story what's to stop me from making one.

    Iihahs, Kalpana, Vishal.. Kids can make miracles simply by believing in things.

    Roshan.. Wish we could the child in us alive.. Sigh.. Doesn't happen though.

    Kathy.. Me too. It's rare for me to dance in public.

  25. That was just sweet of Ruchi to hear her child! :)

  26. Music and kids. The two best things that set us free. And them being together well how could Ruchi resist?


  27. Sheethal when you have kids you'll know just how tough it is to say no to them. They have a hundred ways to persuade you.

    Richa absolutely.. Kids are irresistible.

  28. Awww!
    that is such a sweet and cute story!! :)
    I'm so glad mom and daughter danced together creating their own magical moment!! :)

  29.'s are indeed a girl's best inspiration! reminded me of the recent navratri where my sister and her daughter danced around like this...

  30. Pixie..yes it's magic to dance with someone you love.

    The Little was a case of a mom being inspired by a daughter. I have a younger sister too and she spoils my daughter rotten.


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