I thought of posting this as a story, but writing happened naturally on this one.
After having the best dosa in city, while wandering on the streets - my favourite part of travel - the moment I heard the sound of dhol, I stopped and instantly felt the urge of joining them. In the initial moments, I observed them from a corner and then followed them as they danced at one place for a few minutes and ‘dhol-ed’ ahead. My heart craved to join but the mind thought ‘I am here to travel, I should taste food, look at architecture, roam in the streets, know history, why should I dhol myself’ but the dhol had done the partial damage. And then, the full was done by a one-liner: ‘Never resist the temptation to dance’ I heard from the most enthusiastic man I’ve ever met - the founder of @chaskabun
- months ago, and there I went uninhibited in a group of strangers (I hate this word, when I travel I feel we are all one), towering among them like a light pole, flailing my arms and legs, trying to let my body loose, while getting welcomed by many. Though my feet struggled at times to match the beats, I throughly enjoyed it. In fact, when it got too fast, I tricked it and pulled a slow motion break dance. The two masala dosas couldn’t stand those turbulent 15 minutes and made space for the boiled Channa served as prasad later. @dibz90
laughed out loud and said ‘This was extremely funny’, to which I replied, ‘I think it was more courageous’. What do you think?
PS: On one of the last days of Ganesh Chaturthi celebrations. Glad I am not in the video. 🙈
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