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Tough time started from the day when I started practicing dance. I learnt it’s very easy to comment others, but very difficult to do the same. I appreciate my master for his patience as I feel if I was in his place I would have scolded him thousand times a day, hehehehe. There were only 3 days/nights to work for the F-Day.
On the first day of practice, I was like a dumbo jumbo moving hands/legs as if I am doing aerobics, not dance. It was very tough time when my master was telling me to move hands and legs together which was very tough. :(. I was depressed and felt nervous by my performance. You know what??? It was like ……… Arey Can’t say yaar… But it s****. On that day, I thought It really SU*** dancing.
After practicing hard, I got rhythm of dance from next day. Now I was feeling much better and started thinking its “OK” if I do in this way and was a bit satisfied and felt happy. You know what???? What was in my mind those days… Only three numbers and one word.
After lot of hard work, it’s the final day to perform. I was tensed; I went to the function hall and had a look at the stage where I am going to dance. Isn’t it too much? I was thinking, what is this? Is it “ME” or anyone else going to dance here? Ufffff, and felt nervous. I was standing in front of stage.
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