Music be the food of Love ..... Just one dance

The music system in her bedroom was in full swing.

There was a loud dance music emerging out of the speakers enough to vibrate the atmosphere.

Clad in her deep pink track suit, her long hair pleated into a french braid, she was busy doing aerobics.

This summer when she could not go out swimming due to possibility of naegleria fowleri  infection, she was restricted to home, so the decision was altered. instead of swimming, she opted for aerobics.

Though her addicted body misses the feel of water on her nerve endings.

And then she could not figure out how and where, as the track changes and Shakira emerges through her song Loca, the momentum changed.

Her flawless aerobic exercise steps  gradually converted into dancing moves.

After a long time, Mawra was dancing.

It was as if she was tranced into the rhythm of music, as if an unseen power was making her move through the beat, as if it was a long forgotten indulgences he was tasting after years.

It felt as if meeting someone, you once loved madly , unexpectedly after ages.

She did not know how long it took but it was refreshing for her, she was all smiles and sweat and blush as she came to an end of her dance session.

Taking out the water bottle from her bedroom fridge , she passed across her study table when she noticed a couple of missed calls on her cell phone. It was a well known land line number from Spain.

She called back instantly , while the music in the background was still as louder, and when the water bottle was still in her hand .... unopened.

He picked up but she could not hear him and then only she discovered her own absurdness and turned the sound down.

"Wow , what this loud sound all about, where are you senorita? on the dance floor?" , he asked teasingly

"How could You possibly tell?" , she went on

"I know because when I am out dancing , this is the kind of music I like."

"Do you dance?" surprised, she asked.

"very seldom yes,  do You?" he said casually

"Yes but not often, its my passion though"

"What sort of dancing? the typical club dancing or something traditional?"

"All sorts, from hip hop to classical, I took a short course of kathak a couple of years ago"

"wow.....Do you know waltz?" he smiled

"I can't be doing waltz all alone" , she replied promptly

"Obviously You need a partner. Do you know anything about Spanish traditional dances?"

"Oh the gypsy dances? I know about Flamenco, but that appears difficult"

"It should not once You start learning. Ill see if you could catch some training classes when you visit."

"Really? Can you do that? Bibi jaan will surely kill me." she laughed.

"I will save you and take all the curse on me. If that's the least I can do for your passion mi Amiga"

He was sweet as always.

And she could not wait to be in Spain.

She had one more reason to anticipate.