Dance.

To the ones that dance,
Imagine yourself in a room that has beautiful windows, they are open and the curtains are swaying so elegantly, a dance of love with the wind, one would assume. Suddenly the room fills with a soft music, you are confused and surprised. It's a slow song, and the next thing you know you are dancing. At a point, you close your eyes. Now you can see the blinding lights and thousands and thousands of people are watching you. You freeze you become anxious and nervous. You can hear their confusion too. You start running, but the stage seems to move around in circles. So you stop, you are helpless. You close your eyes and remember. Remember the time when you danced around naked in the shower and felt like the sexiest being on earth. Remember the time when you had a disco party inside your head when others played sad songs and stared out of the window and how you couldn't stop thinking if they were swirling around too inside their head. Remember the time when you were homesick and you rushed to the terrace so that no one could see you cry, but then your friends didn't want to leave you alone for too long and came upto the terrace, played some songs and then you all danced under the night sky. Remember the enormous amount of memories you made with all the people you love just because you couldn't remain seated when a song came on. Now open your eyes. The audience present before your eyes, the patience they have is astounding. You slowly start moving your arms, then your feet, you dance to the music, only to the music. You become oblivious to the cheers and applauses because the music has consumed you and your sweat reeks of happiness. You dance and dance, you can feel a crowd around you, they are dancing too. The whole lot of you inject energy and euphoria, laughs and giggles, taps and spins, into the room and noone feels like leaving. The music stops, you are pushed into reality. You only stop dancing a little after the song ends. You pant and gasp for wisps of air and then you laugh. You laugh so hard that the room, windows and the wind resonates it and it feels like the room is filled with music once again. Does this story feel like you? Did you smile?
To the ones that dance, I think you just hacked life.
With love,
The one that has rushed off to dance.

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