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She knew!
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A dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her own motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't mesmerized or stood there like a statue, but she felt a
feeling of electricity passing through her veins, leaving his picture in her eyes. She knew him. Within seconds she left from that place only to hide the waves of tears. Because she knew and she know that a tsunami of tears are waiting to burst out . She don't like that graceful expressions to be replaced by the tears, after all we can't easily let go what we gain through a lot of struggle. Ever since she was a child, the only thing that makes her feel alive is dance. She was born for the dance, with the moments, that captures everyone's attention without a effort. She has that honey brown eyes with a spark, effortlessly beautiful. Eyes are the display for expressions, but the real welcoming should be done from the soul, from within, to give that meaning to dance. But somehow, the beautiful eyes lacked that magic from within. We know this world, no one wants to know the real you, some afraid to ask and some afraid to tell. Very few people try to be real only to get hurt with others thick masks, sticked with their faces strong enough to kill people. So, nobody bothered about the damage covered with beautiful black.
She went back to home, trying to forget all the nightmares, that flashed before her eyes again, after a long time. Whatever the place it may be, people have a different ways to judge people, especially when you show them your weakness,your reality. The things we thought we forgot, have a best way to remind us that they are still residing in you. She poured herself a glass of wine, and sat in the sofa. Not because that glass of wine will erase all the memories, but because it will temporarily stop these stupid thoughts.
She was the best student in the school, a best dancer, a perfect synonym for activeness, matches all the qualities of a good girl, whose good girl factors decided by society, and continued by the families. Her life was good, she enjoyed her innocent days without a threat from the world, in a protected family, absolutely enjoying a happy life. The world is both cruel and beautiful, decided by the things we have, decided by the persons around. The beautiful life of that 13 year old girl, suddenly turned into the cruel world showing the real side of the people and the world.
© Rupadupati
A dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her own motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. She didn't mesmerized or stood there like a statue, but she felt a
feeling of electricity passing through her veins, leaving his picture in her eyes. She knew him. Within seconds she left from that place only to hide the waves of tears. Because she knew and she know that a tsunami of tears are waiting to burst out . She don't like that graceful expressions to be replaced by the tears, after all we can't easily let go what we gain through a lot of struggle. Ever since she was a child, the only thing that makes her feel alive is dance. She was born for the dance, with the moments, that captures everyone's attention without a effort. She has that honey brown eyes with a spark, effortlessly beautiful. Eyes are the display for expressions, but the real welcoming should be done from the soul, from within, to give that meaning to dance. But somehow, the beautiful eyes lacked that magic from within. We know this world, no one wants to know the real you, some afraid to ask and some afraid to tell. Very few people try to be real only to get hurt with others thick masks, sticked with their faces strong enough to kill people. So, nobody bothered about the damage covered with beautiful black.
She went back to home, trying to forget all the nightmares, that flashed before her eyes again, after a long time. Whatever the place it may be, people have a different ways to judge people, especially when you show them your weakness,your reality. The things we thought we forgot, have a best way to remind us that they are still residing in you. She poured herself a glass of wine, and sat in the sofa. Not because that glass of wine will erase all the memories, but because it will temporarily stop these stupid thoughts.
She was the best student in the school, a best dancer, a perfect synonym for activeness, matches all the qualities of a good girl, whose good girl factors decided by society, and continued by the families. Her life was good, she enjoyed her innocent days without a threat from the world, in a protected family, absolutely enjoying a happy life. The world is both cruel and beautiful, decided by the things we have, decided by the persons around. The beautiful life of that 13 year old girl, suddenly turned into the cruel world showing the real side of the people and the world.
© Rupadupati
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