Mrignaini

Once there was a dancer. She was as beautiful as beauty to get. When she danced, the whole universe would lend itself to be a part of her dance. When she danced, the raindrops would fall slowler to enhance her rhythm. The frogs would croak and the birds would chirp to form a harmonious melody for her. She would dance to the rhythm of the waves; she would dance tothe rhythm of the seasons. Sometimes as smooth, as a fish in the river and sometimes as fierce as an erupting volcano. She had a lover, a secret admirer who was always with her. When she moved, the wind would gently caress her body and then the savage wind would run wild in the forests for days after that.

One day the dancer was by the riverside. The wind brought her a few notes of music from deep within theforest. As soon as she heard the notes, she got mesmerised and started running frantically into the forest with the wind following her closely. Suddenly she found herself in front of a handsome young man playing his flute. He was lost in the world of his own music oblivious to her presence. Her body started swaying to his tune.

He played and she danced. He kept playing for days together, and she never stopped even once. Sometimes her feet would bleed, her eyes would cry but she could not feel the pain.
She danced intoxicated by his music.The musician’s breath would escape his lips into the flute. The flute would humbly oblige to this union and create beautiful notes. The wind would carry these notes to her. Sometimes the musician would play a soft tune, and her body would move freely to it as if she were a feather floating away with the wind. Sometimes when the musician would be reach a ferocious climax of his melody she would be found swirling swiftly around him as though she were a whirlpool with the musician as her centre. The musician played the flute and his music played her body.

One day the musician opened his eyes. He was enchanted to see a beautiful dancer dancing to his tunes.Looking at her dance so gracefully, he fell in love with the magic of his music. The dancer was in love as well…in love with with the musician. And the wind was always in love.

Days, weeks, months passed by. Then suddenly, one day the musician opened his eyes and realised that he couldn’t play anymore. He had lost his music. He looked at the dancer who was still dancing in her own world, yet to realise this. Ashamed to face her, he took his flute and went away… in search. He was never seen by anyone ever again.
The dancer still doesn’t know he’s gone. She dances away… in love. But there is no forest there anymore. It’s a dry desert now… a desert that is known for its wild sandstorms.