Dance, Little Lady, Dance!!

I am going to come clean, I never really had any toys growing up. But I did have a lot of playtime outside. One of my most favourite pass time was inspired by the Family Weekend Treats.

We didn't own a TV til much later. So going to the Cinemas on Sundays was a big thing and we did that on alternate Sundays. I might have watched Ultraman once, but otherwise, the movies we watched were mostly Bollywood movies.

For the 4 - 5 year old me, love found, love lost meant nothing. And all that family drama, was just too much talk and crying. The only thing that made sense to me then, was the song and dance. And let's face it, no Bollywood movie is complete without the song and dance.

The heroines will change costumes, travel the world, it was magical. So I asked my Mum for a costume, and she was more than happy to sew me one. It was cotton lace in pastel yellow, a long umbrella skirt that whirled and twirled when i spun around and a matching top.

In the evenings I would go through my father's records, choose my favourite Bollywood songs, push the volume really high, step out of the house and dance among the flowers, lip-synching to the songs the best I knew how.

I had an audience, mind you. The neighbour kids, they would all just gather around watching me. The more turned up, the more I danced, soaking in all the "admiration". Now, I am thinking, they probably thought I was mad. And what a show-off! Urggghhh

That's how I spent many, many evenings, until I tripped and fell, and you would think, after all the entertainment I provided, they would have been kind enough not to laugh. Nope!! They laughed so loud, that it cut my Bollywood dreams short. I picked myself up, walked into the house, slammed the door and never performed for them again. I was too embarrassed. But I continued to dance around the furniture and over the chairs instead. Those were good times.

I am proud to be part of several communities here on steemit that are encouraging and supportive. And that's what you need to succeed unless of course you have the mullah. One of them would be SteemitMamas, where mothers from across the globe have come together to support, to share and to learn form each other.

Currently there's a writing challenge to encourage and to have fun. This is Day 5, Challenge 3 and you can read all about it here. If you are a mother and want in, just click on the banner and I'll see you on the other side.

Images taken with my trusty iPhone 7 Plus, edited with my favourite app Photofox

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