Rishton Ka Manjha - MaAn

𝙓𝙑𝙄𝙄𝙄 | 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙣 |

Nrityangan Academy, Thaltej

The statue of Lord of Dance emitted radiance under the dim yellow light. There was a dainty figure dancing amidst the darkness. The frame was an insight into Anupama's broken heart. A heart that had lost someone close. She looked at the idol with longing as a tear rolled down her eye. She sucked in a deep breath and bowed down in reverence. She took the ghungroos and with shivering hands tied them. Anupama closed her eyes and stood still for a moment before her body started swaying to the soft instrumental music.

The rhythmic tapping of her feet with the intricate hand movements defined grace. It was elegant. It was Lasya. The female energy balances the vigorous tandava. Soon the music became dramatic and intense. It had now picked up a beat. Anupama twirled to the melancholic background. Her hands gently caressed the platform for only a moment, as she came back, having rotated a full circle. Back on her feet now as there is a sudden surge of energy through her body. The adrenaline rush that her heart felt involuntarily brought a small smile to her face. The movements became sharp focusing on her raw emotions. The sentiments. Fury. Pain. Anguish. The Lasya was transforming into Tandava.

The air had been electrified with her rage and a hundred thousand fireflies had ignited the atmosphere. She burst into flames with every twirling she recalled the one person whom she had cherished the most yet there was unsettling grief that had never been dealt with. She continued to spin around in fanatic circles. There was a force of rebellion and a different kind of energy that emanated with every flick of her hair and every beat of her feet. She was magic, chaos, and madness that continued till her ghungroos broke away.

The dance had left Vikram, Devika, Anuj, Samar, and Samaira speechless. Even Nandini and Kinjal were left in a daze. Kinjal had traced Anupama's number when the phones went unanswered. The silence for the first time had been enduring for them as they lacked the courage at the moment to even call out to her. The poignant dance had raised questions. It had given them an insight into Anupama, the one that now turned unapologetic and fought her demons of the past. A different shade of her personality that was grey-shaded.

Anupama slowly walked towards the wooden cabinet which was at the right corner of the room and caressed the frame lovingly and a tear drop fell on it. She kept the frame down abruptly as recalled the chain of events that had left her disgusted and abhorrent. It almost caused her an injury as the shard of glass had pierced her hand which was broken due to the impact. It was a scar that would stay forever. She gave a painful smile and furiously brushed off her tears that were threatening to fall. She kept her hand on her heart to calm down her racing heart and gulped down the glass of water that was forwarded to her. It was Vikram who had carefully walked up to her. She turned around and was surprised to see Anuj, Devika, Kinjal, Samar, Nandini, and Samaira. She then looked at Vikram. The enigma had been out in the open in an unexpected manner and thus Anupama looked away. Samar looked at the scattered ghungroos and then at his mother's petite figure. He made his way carefully to his Rockstar and engulfed her in a hug.

"Mummy...You scared me...You dance your heart out at the academy for the last two years on this date, right?", asked Samar chokingly. Anupama nodded her head in approval and said, "I used to dance and come back even before you could catch a whiff of it." Samar separated himself and looked at her painfully and questioningly. Anupama looked at him and understood his unsaid emotions. She spoke, "Even If I do tell you, the magnitude of pain is something that is beyond your imagination and understanding." Anupama sucked in a deep breath as Samar started collecting the scattered ghungroos followed by Nandini and Kinjal. It was a delirious situation for her as she refused to let the remaining thread of a precious relationship to be tattered by a dark secret. Her eyes were lingering over Samar when Samaira who had seen her hiss at the injury and so she walked over to her with a first aid box.