One , two , three , four and turn.
The steps hurriedly tried to match up with the fast paced music. The panting and huffing was loud enough to be heard beyond the technocratic beats.
And jump.
The moves merged seamlessly into one another and if one wasn’t fighting to catch a breath one would actually enjoy this , she thought.
Turn on your knees and glide across the floor. Yeah right!
What was the deal with this guy? She wondered about his story as she tried to keep up mentally with the so called steps that seemed more like marching orders from a tyrant leading an army to war and eternal glory.
She looked at the watch again. 4:35. Another 25 minutes. She tried to savour in.
Hey , you . Yes you in the third row. Very busy are we to pay attention?
She looked up abruptly , a little flustered. Heaving a sigh of relief to see the source of this unacceptable act in ‘Vickey Sir’s Class’. The usual “are you here to have fun or are you here to learn” lecture done with , the class resumed.
She tried to hide her smile at the irony of it all. Dance WAS supposed to be fun. But nope , this place wasn’t about fun. It was about rigorous training , like those saints in Himalayas spend years in worship with single minded dedication. That’s what she re-read on the “memo” framed on the wall in big bold letters , sitting tight amidst bright photographs of Vickey Sir with some of the most prominent movie stars of our times.
People paid through their nose to get through here but it was all worth it. Since after the marine – style- training came in the auditions of dance troupes for movies that went on to make big bucks at the box office. Vickey sir’s legacy spoke louder than his whistle that on top of the blaring boom box.
And its a wrap. Class dismissed . We meet tomorrow at 4PM sharp . And don’t forget we have summer workshop auditions coming up this weekend so guys buck up !
So the wait will soon be over. All those long hours and the money . Finally , this weekend her dreams will come true. The auditions would be a cakewalk and film offers would start pouring in and soon she’d be travelling to those exotic locations and hurriedly brushing past fans .
Her son would be the biggest dancing legend to ever hit the screen all at 5 !
She better start working on his acceptance speech now , she made a note as her little kid came running to her screaming with joy!
“Mumma , did you see how awesome I was , did you see , did you see ? Should we get an ice cream now?” He gushed excitedly.
“Yes baby , you were the best ! C’mon now let’s get you home. We’ll have your favourite 3-flavour Sundae and after that we have to practice for the workshop this sunday na?”
Hand in hand they walked off with bright dreams in their eyes .
One of the Stardom and another of a Sundae.
The doting mom who takes her child to training everyday hoping to see her child rise and shine 😀
Loved the beauty of the last line that showed how the dreams of the child and the mother differed. Another wonderful story CM.
You’re rocking the challenge girl!
My Era from @theerailivedin
The Era I Lived In
Motivational ☺.
Dreams ❤.
Yes we are tired and hate classes but then after that when we work hard, and get excellent grades we dance and the ice cream part ;)…
Keep writing .
@dixita011 from
Cafenined words
I’m not quite sure I’m with the mom on this one or even with Vicky Sir – dancing should be fun,right? But then I guess people can have different goals. I love how the two dreams were so different and I hope at some point they coincide. You did a great job here Chandani to think like that mom as well as the child.
Yes Tulika.. this story was even though from the point of view of the mom.. but it was as much about the kid and am so thrilled to see that you noticed that.. feels so good when our writing communicates what we intend to ..so glad indeed!
Ohh, that came as a surprise! I thought she was the one taking the class! I feel sorry for many of the kids who come on thee dance shows or child artistes in movies. Do these kids really want to do these things or are they living out their parents’ dreams? Fantastic Chandni, you are too good girl!
@KalaRavi16 from
Relax-N-Rave
the doting mom here reminds me of how privileged we are to have her 🙂
isn’t it? she was with him each step of the way .. living her dream through his. Just like our parents right/
Beautiful Lines Chandni
Tina from
The Sunny Side of Life
Twinkling Tina Cooks
Very nice indeed!
Thanks Dahlia . by the way that’s such a pretty name .. so far Ive not been naming my characters but I just might use your name in a story 🙂
Sure go ahead – by the way, great minds think alike 😉
The five year old was a bolt from the blue! is it right to be pushing kids so much at this tender age? I see it happening all around me and I feel somewhat sad that the kids have lost their childhood…
@yenforblue from
Spice of Life!
yup.. I feel the same way.. and now that I am a mom .. I just wanted this story to be from the parent’s perspective. But still a happy one for both.. am so happy you associated with it too
Lovely post! You’ve been fabulous with the challenge. Can’t believe it’s your first time. 🙂
[@samantha_rjsdr] from
Whimsical Compass
Gosh .. so much pressure , you just made me scrap like all my posts .. going to rewrite all of them now ..
Nicely written on D – dreams!
Thanks Roms
Loved the story around dreams! and co-incidentally, I also wrote about dreams.
@Manisha_Awasthi from
The Nimble Mime
Amazing how the same words connect so many different people together isn’t it? Something special about them …
Oh, that was a surprising twist!! As usual, lovely storytelling!
Thanks … love the way you are always dropping by to send in a warm note .. 🙂
This story is my fav till now! Wow.
And this time I’m dropping by as a Minion from co-host Pam’s Unconventional Alliance Team. 🙂
Good luck with the challenge!
Let’s have a rocking April!
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Oh .. Hugs 🙂 and thanks so much the support Ms Minion. Can almost imagine you chomping on a banana while you wrote that 😉
Beautifully written as usual. Will be coming back for more! ?
Wow! Just wow, this piece of flash fiction is just briiliant! <3
I can't dance, even if someone paid me a million dollars to do so. I end up doing some weird leg-shake thing, that people always end up laughing at 😛
I loved the last line the most. The son, unknowingly, was fulfilling his mom's dreams, and the mom, her son's. 🙂
I loved the last line. There is so much difference in the way we think as kids and as adults right?
Lovely story Chandni 🙂
Thanks Reema! I do think the perspectives about happiness and dreams .. change as we become older.. glad you related to that aspect
Dancing should be fun, right? Made me think. yes it should be. Not something rigorous that makes you feel its a task
Yup.. that’s the idea.sometimes we get so driven with our objectives we make the most fun things banal for others.. has that ever happened to you?
Things should be enjoyed otherwise it is a task
Beautifully narrated, CM. Even I thought that it was she who was dancing. And I agree with My Era, that last line was the best. It is just amazing how differently we think – the grown ups and the kids. The mom is thinking about the future whereas the kid is firmly planted in the simple pleasure of eating a sundae NOW!
– Chicky @ http://www.mysteriouskaddu.com
Yay! that’s the impression i was trying to create and i am so happy i could communicate exactly how i planned it in my head .. so happy to have you here chicky 🙂