Dance isn’t just moving hands and feet. It’s a feeling of liberation. It’s the way of escapism. It’s a way of expressing your deepest and darkest secret. Dance is the language of the soul. Dance is the way of communication.
And who knows to communicate non-verbally beautifully than MICAns- I would say ballroom of MICA. When I first entered the dance room it was filled with the feeling of incompleteness, the first thought which crossed my mind was am I the only one who felt it or everyone feels the same. The weirdest thing that I noticed was that there was no mirror in the entire dance-room, I started to gaze from left to right and suddenly my visuals pulled over at a picture at the left most corner of the hall stating “We prefer imperfection”. I was stunned looking at the graffiti all over the room, each one had a different story to tell. The best one I liked was the one stating “We accept who you are”. I was impressed by the line of thinking this ballroom had. I looked around in anxiousness to find someone to know the entire story of it. I heard the sound of footstep approaching me. I turned around and was impressed to see someone approaching me with the t-shirt reading “We run this place”.
To be continued….
