The Good Time Dance Hall had open sides and loud speakers. Very loud speakers. When it was time for a dance party in the village, the speakers attracted more than people to the party. If you were foolish enough to wander into the darkness you could see foxes, antelope, rabbits and maybe even a wolf or two dancing and prancing in a party of their own.
Most people didn’t know about the party crashers, but I did. I took my . . .
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I never danced .
Ok , maybe in primary school , under the tutelage of strict nuns .
We danced to holy tunes , with lamps in our hands . Twisting and turning our young bodies , never letting the lamp fall.
Burning candles could have set out tulle skirts alight . So we were ultra careful . It was a beautiful dance . Dangerous and spectacular . Never before staged , in a small Jharkhand town . Their own girls , weaving such other worldly magic. It was a superhit . If there was stardom to be attained , there it was . We ruled the hearts and imaginations of an entire small town . What more to crave for ?