I remained unwritten in the history of fame. I was just a shadow. Never to be seen. But here in these words, you will find the paragraphs and prose came alive. Ascending like the break of dawn, into the dark woods there is a path i walk. I gather the clues but never once i… Continue reading The heartbeat of lines….
“A pirouette is not a pirouette unless you complete it.” Outside, I was peeping through that small window that enthralled me to a magical world of young pointy toes. Eight and a half minutes on passé retirés. Ten minutes on barres stretching arms to a 45° angle. A thirty-second pause at the mirror, adjusting and correcting the… Continue reading Center Stage