Moonlight Dancer #JaaneDeMujhe

•°Moonlight Dancer°•

Pakhi found those in her old suitcase while looking for an old saree.

She pulled out the ghungroo after years. Her heart stood still, as her eyes caught sight of it. The ghungroo sat on her hands after years. She walked up to the mirror at the opposite side of the room, nursing the ghungroo carefully in her hands, so as not to wake up her husband.

There she saw herself. The same person as before, holding the ghungroo in the same way. The only difference was her new dark circles. And her once fit body was now just rolls of fat.

A strong urge crept over her - an urge to feel the ghungroo on her ankles once again; to dance away the night; to be just Pakhi, not Mrs Sahni.

She tiptoed out of the room and raced to the roof of her house.

Standing at the centre of the roof, she held the ghungroo close to her chest, her heart. She felt like she was onstage again, ready to mesmerise everyone with her jugalbandis.

Several voices seemed to be reaching out to her - but those seemed to come from behind a wall.

"Excellent!" "Try harder!" "You're the best!" "Never stop dancing!"

With a sudden resolve, forgetting everything she bent down and tied the ghungroo around her ankles.

She stood up, and automatically, her Guru's voice seemed to fill her ears, calling out instructions.

Her hands went up in the air, her body upright, feet tapping rhythmically, and body spinning rapidly. It never felt like she had not been doing this for the last five years. It was all there in her muscle.

If anyone would have been awake and on their roofs, they would have seen the most spectacular sight ever. A beautiful while clad woman dancing like an angel, shimmering under the moonlight.

And before she knew it, she was down on the ground with a loud thud. Her knees burnt in pain, and her eyes stung with tears. Soon, the tears of pain turned to tears of agony. The pain of loss, of passion. Clasping her face, she was literally howling.

Five years ago, she had heard the doctor say that she would be unable to dance anymore. She had thought she had come to terms with it.

Little did she know that she would always be in love with the Pakhi who danced, the bird who flew without wings. No matter who she became, the dancer Pakhi Sahni would always be her first love. She would never move on.

She hugged her knees, and buried her face into them, wetting her salwar, as her body shook from crying. She untied her ghungroo, and threw them  hard against the wall.

"If I can really not do this, why can't I just forget about it?! Why can't I just move on!?" She screamed into the air, at the top of her lungs, as warm tears rolled down her plump cheeks. "Let me go! Jaane de mujhe!"

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This is my official entry for VYRLOriginals 's 'Jaane De Mujhe' contest. Guys please let me know if you like it!