I had never seen spirituality or something that fantastic. I performed as was required by the dance organizing committee but it wasn't long before I started getting the hang of the lessening of tension. I went into a sort of trance or atleast a state of no pain as I stamped and romped on the dance floor. Half-way through, the classical dance went hayward and I was doing some other dance the name of which I suppose is yet to be coined. At best, it can be called the dance of the drunkard. I don't remember how long I was in that state but I stopped when a pair of hands pulled me down. I looked at the instructor and he looked at me with some sort of wonder and stillness. Finally, he said, "I have never seen those steps and gestures before. Where did you learn them? And whatever happened there?" I had no answer.

 

The next day I went there and at the instructor's request tried to do it. After some time,he pulled me aside without much interest and I understood that it wasn't there. I was sad.

 

The next day, I again went there and in a fit of anger, I danced till my feet hurt. Then I knew that I had got it back then but there was no instructor to tell me so.