Two retired teenagers – my friend and I wanted to add coriander and cinnamon to our life, pepper it with the chili called romance. So we joined the Salsa Dance.
Some decent boy would dance with us, some chord would strike. With hopes in our eyes and smiles that replaced our sighs, we joined the class.
The first class was on a Saturday morning. The instructor called us. With his good English and voice that would melt anyone’s heart, we joined the class confidently.
The chilli called romance burnt our pockets. A corner of our mind wept seeing the receipt of 2000/- only being carefully torn. But strengthening our hearts, we entered the class. Our smiles turned to frowns to see couples already ready and two girls waiting.
I had to partner one girl and my friend another.
All the 15 days of the salsa class I had to lift, turn, bend, almost carry a girl! With burnt pockets and smashed desires the class end rather the disaster did! After that we never insulted the Dance gods with our thoughts and went with the sole mission of warming up our soul.