It was Independence day morning, but my vision was blurred, because stage lights were focused on me. I didn't noticed anyone but my father who was standing on the corner of the stage, I could see pride in his eyes saying, I can do this and then a man played the song "Vande Mataram".
I was so nervous that my throat went dry and I could hear my heart as it was beating too fast. The moment I felt the music beats I performed my dance. All I can hear was the song and the moment I ended my performance, audience gave me a standing ovation and I looked at my father's happy face as he was clapping so hard. I was happy, because it was the day I got the essence of my life. Dance is my love, my drug and passion. Nothing makes me happy more than this. When I feel low, it works as energy booster and it adds meaning to my life. Thanks to my mother who encouraged me and my father who trusted me. Since then I started my journey with dance. Since then we never left each other.