The music system kept in the corner of the room kept playing while he kept moving. His hands perfectly in sync to the way he kept tapping his foot as the thick loud Ghungroo kept playing according to the beats in perfect co-ordination leaving me speechless. The flair of his white Anarkali kurta spread like wings of a beautiful white peacock as he danced to the tunes senselessly. It was beautiful yet had a lot of angst and pain, the way he tapped his feet or took circles.
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