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A Waltz For Bollywood
~by Estriel~


She danced. Rain was falling down in sparkling drops, fresh and smooth. Her shoes tapped lightly along the pavements of Mumbai's streets, splashing rainbows in all directions. The sky was a medley of blue-gray-gold; the sun waltzed through clouds, turning raindrops into diamonds. The city was a humming cocoon around her, colorful and alive like a beehive in spring. She heard music in the air, joyful and free like the melodies of musicians in front of the temples.
She didn't see him coming. He caught her hand in the middle of a pirouette and lit her world with his smile.

~fin~


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