Ghungaroo..

She used to be a great dancer in school and college…her shelfs are proof of it..

But as time moved on..she also moved on from her dance..from her ghungaroos..

She totally forgot how it feels to move your soul on rhythm, to express ur feelings through moves and expressions…that sound of ghungaroo’s..everything..she just kept on moving…

One rainy sunday..while sitting in her balcony…a raindrop made her realise what is she missing..those sparkle of droplets, that sound,that rhythm made her to take her ghungaroo’s out of box…


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