I love dancing. And my tryst with dance started when I was 5, and it started, with my Mom. I don’t think my Mom even realized it was something that I would like doing. She was giving me a first of many chances to find out what I was really good at. And as it turned out, I loved dancing. Mom decided that since Altoid was a budding singer (to which I disagreed heartily), the only logical thing to do was to train Chiclet to dance. I often wondered whether it was a part of Amma’s well sketched solution to a future economic crisis. So one un-fine day, Amma decided that I had gorged enough gulaab jamoons (the word is non-existent in this hateful dictionary) and bhajjis and it was time to put her 5th point on the To-do list to action....
20 March 2007
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