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Giving thanks: 4-row anklets carry my rhythm

I shut my eyes as I sit down onto the chilly dressing room flooring, taking deep breaths to calm the pounding in my chest. The intense self-importance lights penetrate by my eyelids, creating orb-like shapes within the darkness. 

As my coronary heart price slows right down to its common rhythm, I open my eyes and attain ahead. 

There they’re, ready for me. The gold oxidized bells, sewn onto the darkish brown leather-based in 4 rows, create a staggered sample, an organized chaos. The worn down straps are fraying on the edges, the results of years of tough dealing with. Skinny white thread covers the within in a zig-zag sample, appending fallen bells again to their authentic positions. The silver buckles, nonetheless of their authentic situation, mirror even the smallest mild. 

I decide up the anklets, my most prized possessions, and maintain them to my eyes as I say a fast prayer. I wrap them round every ankle, letting the cool leather-based mould towards my leg. I loop the straps by the buckles, pulling fiercely till the prongs pressure themselves by the final gap.

As I stand as much as end stretching, the bells make the faintest noise, like a comfortable however persistent rainfall, making a quiet, constant stream of jingling. I tiptoe by the dimly lit hallway, cautious in order to not make loud noises. I crouch right down to verify my buckles one final time earlier than I stroll onto the stage, taking my pose in the dead of night, my coronary heart racing as soon as once more. 

Because the music begins and the lights come on, all of my worries fade away. I strike my toes to the rhythm of the music, and my physique takes over as I lose myself within the second. I dance from one finish of the stage to the following, feeling nothing however pure bliss. 

My anklets. 

My anklets that observe my each motion. My anklets that elevate me above the music, drawing the eye to the intricate footwork of Bharatanatyam. My anklets that hug my ankles tightly, offering a way of reassurance and stability. My anklets which were my satisfaction and pleasure ever since I earned them on the age of 9. My anklets that can proceed to hold me by a few years to come back. 

Dancing has all the time been my manner of connecting with my tradition and myself. I’ve discovered a protected area the place I can permit myself to be free. As quickly as I step into the studio, my stresses and worries fade away, leaving me with the chance to bop for myself. 

And that’s one thing that I’ll by no means take with no consideration.    

So, I say thanks, to my four-row anklets. 


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