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Sadhana twirled gracefully to the beats of the song, her ghungroos dancing along with her creating a melodious sound as her Anarkali flaunted circling around her. She kept twirling and twirling and stopped in taking the ending position as her chest heaved up and down.
A chorus of claps echoed in the room as the students sitting before her applauded for her. She thanked them smiling brightly. She crouched down and carefully removed the ghungroos.
Removing them, she brought them towards her both eyes and gently kissed them, wrapping them in a cloth she safely placed them in her bag. For her, her ghungroos were her aaradhana, her sadhana, they symbolised the connection she closely felt with Mother Earth while performing.
Dancing was always her passion, she took it upon from her mother, who was a trained classical dancer and later on passed the art to her daughter. Her mother was her guru, who first taught her how to dance. Once she started learning, there was no stopping, and years later she started teaching dance at a local school.
Sadhana always wanted to have a small dance school of her own, but because of some circumstances, she couldn't. She wanted to teach those curious children to dance, so she chose to be a teacher. Nritya was her kala which she wanted to pass on to others as well.
Dancing made her feel at peace, she felt herself flowing in the abyss. It was her love, her devotion, the answer to her every prayer.
"Toh bacchon, aaj ke liye itna hi baaki ka next class meh, thik hai", she spoke as a chorus of loud yes echoed in the room making her chuckle
It was late afternoon when the school finally dispersed and Sadhana stepped out of the premises while talking to her mother on the call.
"Aate vakt sabji le aana aur tere baba ki medicines bhi, aur ha jaldi wapas aa jana andhera hone se phele", her mother instructed to which she replied with an okay
Quickly walking towards the chemist's shop, she asked for the prescribed medicines.
"madam aapke 2,000 ho gye", the boy behind the counter said as he packed the medicines in the typical brown packet and passed it to her
She looked inside her purse and fetched for the few currency notes. She had the total cash of 3,000 rupees. She gulped hard, mentally calculating the expense, when the boy's voice brought her out of her thoughts and she quickly paid the bill and stepped down from the stairs.
Sadhana stared at the 1000 rupees in her hand and a deep sigh left her lips. She was tired, tired of the things happening around her. She never knew living in a middle-class household was so tough, that you need to fight your way against all odds to make your ends meet.
Her family was a typical nuclear middle-class family with her being the only child. It was a prosperous household, her father was a bank manager and her mother a housewife. They were leading a happy life until on a random Wednesday afternoon some goons barged inside the bank where her father was working.
