Dancing

Come to realize that I love dancing. Absolutely love it. I have been dancing in some form or the other from when I was a kid. However it was only recently that I joined for lessons. No prizes for guessing what classes. Salsa of course. Salsa exploded onto the dance scene a while back and still seems to be going strong. I suppose it was initially, a more upbeat and informal couples dance, seen as an alternative to ball room dancing. Then it went on to be the "in thing". Everyone was doing it, so you had to try it to.

Whatever be the reasons that lead you to the dance floor, once you are there, believe me it is wonderful. I have yet to meet a single person who has tried salsa and not liked it.

For me it is a step into a world where everything else pales away. I can be in the worst mood ever, but once I start dancing, can't help feeling elated. After holding yourself tense throughout the day, it feels good to allow your body to sway, find rhythm and move gracefully. Makes me feel sexy.

And that's not all, it keeps you mentally sharp too. Constantly remembering the routines, the turns, coordinating with your partner . It's no wonder that I feel charged up and re-vitalized by the end of each session.

Need a reason to blog?

All great writers need inspiration. Even the not so great ones. However there is no rule that it has to be a positive inspiration, is there?
Welcome to my world. The source of my inspiration to blog and also the title - Pause to talk - is all thanks to my partner.
Married in my early 20's, I didn't realize it was also the beginning of mono syllabic conversations.
I suppose it should have been fair warning when after the wedding, I was seated at the table with my new family - my husband and his family. An unusually quiet table, where everyone pretty much concentrated on having food. I looked over at the next table, where my large family was seated and saw the usual animated conversations and shrill laughter. And by large I mean large - what with dad, mom and my 3 sisters with their spouses and kids. I had a vague sensation that the moment was significant but it wasn't until later in my married life, that I realized that it was the moment that set the tone for everything else to follow.

Well long story short, I love to talk and unfortunately my spouse wouldn't like to speak unless his life depended on it. The art of having a conversation for the sake of it, is not as widespread as I thought it to be. Mostly, I have an extended set of friends and family who I spend my overcharged talking batteries on. But since I moved to a new city, contact has been limited. So here I am one evening watching TV/DVD with my hubby and suddenly there was something I absolutely had to tell him about. I started off excitedly and babbled on for a bit, when he raises his hand without taking his eyes off the telly and says - Can you wait for me to pause it before you talk? Or can you hold on till the ads come one?

There you have it. Now I need to wait for a pause before I can talk. So while I'm waiting, let me get blogging.

:)