Journey of a Dancer

The holiday

As the time passed by and i started to became little mature i was able to understand the situation of my family and the fact that i was and still the only kid of my not only parents but also the only kid in the whole house. The situation of my father didn't improve neither got better,my mother also has to face or get in trouble with my grandmother every single day over little silly things but my mother never said anything against this whole torture that was going all along with her from the time of her marriage. As for me i wasn't able to continue with the dance or it would be better to say our little talent secret hunt because first i had no privacy in here as i got to have in mother's natal house, being the shy kid i didn't wanted anyone else to see me dancing thus i had to stopped honestly i never wanted to do that as i started with dancing i felt rejuvenated ,like i got a new life and was born again the happiness of just hitting the beat while my hand and body move with flow the sensation was like a drug to me so addictive that I could be in this addiction for a life time . Sadly in here in this house all like feel was of being dead not really but my the passion the happiness and the relaxation was gone, i could only be at one room stuck can't go out because the environment of my father's home isn't like that even though there was no monster that would eat me if i get out of my room still i was never comfortable to get out of the room i just didn't know why i couldn't be like any other kid who could get out and enjoy their evening with other kids of their same age,i was never homebound or room stuck still i never get out which actually created a shell to protect myself in my mind and was not interested in talking with anyone like if necessary i would if not then why to talk just be quite. Being of those quite kids i never take part in any of program or competition but I wanted to take part but my protective shell never let me get of my reservative personality. There was a dance competition in my school where all my classmate participated except for me and few others and seeing my classmate practice for the competition watching them do they rehearsal somewhere questioned myself why I'm not like them little confident little spoken why didn't I raised my hand when name where noted down for the competition , i inspected their steps closely and after going home whenever i went to the washroom i used to do the steps there only so no body could know let alone see me dancing. Like literally i was this much shy that i just used to be a bathroom dancer without any music their but in my mind i sang a little then practiced imaging myself on the stage as if I'm performing in front of the large audience who is cheering for me yeah I was and still so delusional but that's why how i made my mind about continuing the dancing i wanted to perform not only inside a closed room but front of everyone so that my talent could be appreciated as well like how others get praise when they show case ther talent in front of others . So on the day of competition i saw how they dance and how much audience appreciated them one of my friend got the first place and when I saw how her family Praise her and made her feel special the way she was feeling happy made me want the same for myself as well like how it would be if my family would do the same for me motivates me to do the dance go after my passion somewhere family support encourage people even if they aren't able to do much when your family acts like a backbone it make you wanna do everything you can and go beyond your limit to make your family proud and also to make them feel that believing in you wasn't their mistake but it was the right thing that they did. Now I was more passionate about dancing because i was wanted to have same moment with my family so my bathroom dancing that was earlier for very less time now increase to more time i dancer in my bathroom as long as i want forgetting that other people wanted to use the bathroom for their emergency purpose. Anyways my summer break began where i told my mother to go back again to her natal home as that home is my comfort place only and initially grandfather didn't agree to all this but after lots of convincing he agreed to let us go their home. I was so happy i packed my bag and went their as soon as i went their i hugged my cousin and we played Daisy's favourite game as per as her own rule afterwards me and Peter again back with our loud music and dancing and we get scolded for playing the loud music but who cares because all i thought of being happy and being with my cousins made me happy and again able to enjoy my little talent secret hunt is all i needed every ine my life , we danced till our feet hurt and then back to playing games we shouted like freak even did a match of WWE where again my little cousin lost we were so engaged into all this that we didn't even ate or anything after hours and hours of all this when our aunt was really angry we stopped and eat the food afterwards went to the terrace the slow breeze makes me so calm and composed.