The Dancer

I hate driving, but to get to work on time, I have to drive. Taking the bus would most definitely make me late, and to hear Mr. Chandra, that idiot who happens to be my boss, make a fuss for being a second late is not worth it. I’d have quit if it wasn’t for the money.

Today was different. Firstly, it was Sunday, so I was going to office on special duty. Secondly, it was market day, so going through the crowded roads of Jameli marketplace was more difficult. And then, the third reason…it materialized somewhere between the marketplace and the office…

There was a festive crowd in Jameli today. And as I struggled to keep control of the bike in the congested roads, she came into view. She was standing at a roadside stall, facing away from me. Her hair was green in color, which made the people who passed by her, stare. Her pale white skin resembled that of a foreigner, but she was dressed in a chudidhar, traditional Indian costume for women. It was also green, to match her hair. “Was she the one?” I thought.

When I returned later, the crowd was still there. They were all in front of the stage at the big ground, ready to view the evening programme. I walked through the crowd, eyes scanning for her. The curtain raises, my eyes smile. She’s one of the dancers. She’s in a pink dress now, a matching scarf across her face, her hair pink too. “It must be a wig”, I thought. She dances beautifully. I watch from the first row of the crowd and applaud as the curtain closes after the performance.

I follow her back to the dressing rooms. I hear someone say, “Neha, you were the best today.” My eyes find hers immediately. The wig and the scarf are gone. The eyes, blue like mine, are laughing with happiness today. I approach her. She doesn’t react, continues to smile and talk with her friends. I see the scar she got in childhood. It was her. I put my hand on her shoulder. She turns around. “What happened?” one of her friends ask. “Nothing”, I hear her reply.

I knew it was my long lost sister from the moment I saw her in the morning, but I hesitated. Eyes strayed, and I lost myself that morning.

I should have approached her sooner… I would have, but for the accident…

For Thursday Tale – #20
For Sunday Scribbling -#228 – View
Image by Shardae of DeviantArt

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

40 thoughts on “The Dancer”

  1. Beautiful story, following the review from The Colour Magazine and not disappointed at all!

    Keep up the good work. All the best :).

    • Reenie
  2. This sad piece of visual fantasy of loss is quite overwhelming. Would she ever think that her brother touched her before he left for the great beyond? Great work.

  3. First of all,A big CONGRATS for winning BAT13 Leo!! 🙂
    About this post…you maintained the suspense till the end and the ending was quite a shocker.And it wasn’t a very long post so that was an added advantage.A nice read!

    • thank you Jaspreet 🙂 glad u liked the suspense of the story…and of course, the length is small comparitively 😉

      thanks for the Congrats too..!

  4. I like the ending…”but the accident…”? which might have caused that scar?

    Did you cause the accident which left her to wear a scarf to hide the scar?

  5. I almost forgot! 😛


    If jinx, were jinx, then why win in a 13th edition? 😛 Nope…just kidding! Peace!!! 🙂 Now, don’t you ever believe in that notion anymore!

    YOU ARE MOST DESERVING and your votes were way ahead of the silver medalist! Keep up the good work Leonnyes… 🙂 😉 Defend that title… 🙂

  6. Hey Leo, am sorry the net was down and I couldn’t congratulate you earlier on the BATOM GOLD COngratulations Man!
    And for this post, its a winner too.
    I liked it that you kept it short and the storyline had many unexpected turns.
    Yes, the end brought out a sigh in me too!

  7. had to read all the comments to make sure i got the meaning of the end… too little too late… a sad tale but beautifully written! thanks for the post!

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