I feel complete when I dance alone for myself. A sense of satisfaction and emptiness prevails; emptiness not in the sense of worthlessness, but in the sense of something fresh, ready to embark upon a new experience. I vent out, de-stress, create and in the process enjoy myself to the fullest; my beauty, my being, my existence. And the interesting aspect is that my mind is in complete action at that time. It is not at peace. It is able to create what it can’t otherwise when it is under the baggage to perform, to deliver and to illustrate.
Dance makes me feel that the whole universe resides in me; that I am capable of accomplishing everything I dream of. It gives me an inexplicable strength and courage to face anything that comes my way. A support system lying dormant within me comes alive when I start dancing. It is my expression, passion and obsession.
