He asked, “What is freedom?”

She is standing out tall on her toes, poignant and moving, she rolls around the space as it belongs to her. It belongs to her, she knows. Her lips are shaping sound of the word called freedom, “freedom is when I can dance truly.”

“Freedom is a space for me beyond any territory. Space without an element of inhibition. Space that evokes passion in me and space that gives me a purpose. I feel, I am an absolute. In every sense. I seek no opinion. I seek nothing, not even happiness or peace. This comes as a free gift. I can feel my existence and sole reason for my existence. I can see my dark shadow in light and it’s beautiful. It’s a treat. It’s a treat to my soul.”

He smiles. He can see fuel in her eyes and conviction in her position. He has taught her well. He embraces her keeping distance by the length of a hand. There is a tension in aroma. It’s a good tension. Keeping them two separate identities for oneness.

He continued, “When you dance, you hear nothing but you. You see nothing but you. You are true to yourself, once for all. It is a rare integrity that a dancer finds unconsciously.”

“You follow no steps. Form is random. You must realize that there is no pattern and that is the pattern of dance. No two patterns are the same. You are a creator not a follower. You create and you destroy. Every step you create is a reflection of your temperament, a momentarily sentiment. You must destroy it to generate room for new sentiments. You are the epitome of change.“

“You fear nothing. You have nothing to loose but you and you have nothing to gain but you. Dance is a ritual which transforms your being every second. It collects energy of whole cosmos and it flows in you to cosmos. Give and take. Law of physics says so.”

He declares eventually, “You are joy. You are grief. You are collective emotions and individual conscious. You are a dancer.”