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[Pic courtesy: http://allwomenstalk.com/8-tips-on-letting-loose-and-finding-new-love/]

Sigh, one realises the value of what one has lost only when its finally gone. So true and one does pay heavily for it. Recently at the gym [a huge mistake!] while doing some stretching exercises, I was reprimanded by the gym instructor. 


I could barely do the exercises at all. Why? Because I had given up dancing. I had, in the past always taken pride in the fact that I was a good dancer; agile and flexible. But its been a good four years since I attempted anything to do with dance. I was a part of the SDIPA as well. 


Now as the wedding day is closing in, I am planning to perform for him on our Sangeet but no clue how far I am going to succeed. 

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  1. Raj17 December 2010 at 00:20

    naaach basanti :P

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  2. ZB17 December 2010 at 17:03

    Wow....Dance for own wedding...that's awesome....i wish i were invited.Are there gonbe booze as well? Enjoy.

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  3. Sneha17 December 2010 at 18:28

    Hey Nikki... I was a part of SDIPA and learnt Bharatnatyam too. I'm in the same boat as you, except for the marriage bit.

    All the best :-)

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  4. Nikita Banerjee18 December 2010 at 00:17

    @ Whiskey

    you know I had a gut feeling you'd be one of the first to comment and comment, you did! :P :P

    @ ZB

    Sorry no booze!

    @ Sneha

    I always wanted to learn Kathak! :\ but I am looking forward to the sangeet!

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  5. Raj18 December 2010 at 00:22

    well, i dont like being predictable, but lemme be honest, when people think you are hot shit what option do you have but to come up to their expectations? :P

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  6. Pesto Sauce18 December 2010 at 13:34

    I was never a good dancer and envy those who dance well; could never shake myself really

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