An ode to my long ago, yet unforgotten passion

The other day, I had taken my mum to the Ayush therapy center, for an ayurvedic therapy. As usual, we waited at the reception for the doctor to call us. There were a few foreigners besides me, dad and mum. After a few minutes, a lady brought in a tray of small glasses containing some golden brownish liquid. The appearance the liquid gave; made me skeptical and wonder as to why should a naturo- clinic center promote the serving of drinks. Much to my sheepishness, mum and dad sipped and discovered that it was a truly herbal concoction of vetiver and nanari! We chatted with the doctor for almost an hour, talking at length of the ailments and the process of ingesting the medicine that seemed to be quite a schedule that runs like 6 am/6 pm in empty stomach, after lunch after dinner, in the meanwhile an oil to be massaged! What a bitter sweet bitter sweet experience! That’s how the medicine tastes like in the order of its intake schedule! We came out and I asked mum to sit in the reception while I paid the bills. Meanwhile, a lady was curiously enquiring mum if I was a dancer. For which, mum asked “what makes you say that she’s a dancer? Is it her movements” The lady chose not to reply! Behold, that incident made me reminisce of those 4 years of dancing to the tunes of a wooden stick and a thick block made of wood too. Those beautiful sights and sounds; mudras, postures and movements that controlled my mind and body with my heart drifting to an ecstasy, A lost paradise………that I deep down aver to rekindle yet again.

P.S: This is not an ode in the exact sense, just an expression that tries to convey the same meaning!