The music was loud. The atmosphere electrifying. Afterall, college fests are meant to be a break from books, assignments and lectures.
Every floor had huge banners, outlining the activity being hosted. There was a milieu of young adults on each floor. The seniors swinging with confidence from one activity to another. While the juniors tried to settle on which way their gang of friends wanted to go. And then there were the freshers. Bright eyed, straight out of school, unsure of themselves yet trying to find a footing.
That’s exactly how they both looked. Unsure, eager, ready to try something new. ‘Groove to the salsa’ read this banner in the basement. Fate took them both there. And then they chose to sign up for the one hour class to learn a new dance form, just for fun.
Little did he know that the hands he would hold for the next 60 minutes would be the ones he would like to hold on the journey of life. She swayed while he had two left feet. The song rung a bell too, swanky with fast beats and lyrics which meant to have everything in life in light vein.
Yet between the laughs, the mis-steps, eyes locked with each other, she fell for him. Swinging with the rhythm, he in a chequered shirt and she in a striped dress, they danced their way into each other’s hearts.
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