Holding on to Hope

Dancing is a fantastic way to lose yourself in the vibrating rhythm of the music. True, but to me, it always meant like the way of expressing my emotions, joy and if so, a way of life. Right from my childhood, dance was the only thing that kept me going. I used to spend hours at the institute just practicing and preparing for the shows. But I never stopped. I wouldn’t be wrong in saying that it had become my life. It meant more than anything else in my life. Dance always came at the first priority and I had no regrets with it. My career was slowly but steadily progressing towards a life which would comprise of just dance, and the thought of it always gave unbounded happiness.  But one fine day, things changed.  I was diagnosed with the development of bone in my right heel. Just the feeling of walking with it was unbearable. Doctors had advised that I won’t be able to dance unless it is operated. This thing brought a lot of changes in my life. My routine changed. I had to concentrate more on not hampering the condition of the heel further. This restricted most things in my life, especially dance. Today my life is totally different. I finished my graduation, worked for a few years and now I am pursuing my MBA. But there is always the hope that I hold on to that things would change and dance would find its way back into my life in some form or the other. Things do change if you seriously wish for it. Very recently, I got approached for an opportunity to perform a dance show. Words cant express the emotions that ran through me when I heard of it. I wait with hope to see where it takes me.