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The soft notes on the flute played a melodious tune and the rhythmic beats on the tabla rounded their synergy into a soul-stirring number. Sangita paid keen attention to the beats-takita taka dhimi dha. She did the math and choreographed her steps in her mind. It was a prestigious stage and she could ill afford to slip-up.

Sangita’s graceful hand and feet movements were in perfect sync with the percussion, yet she felt a void. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, letting go of rules. She, then, let the haunting flute guide her heart to a rapturous performance.



100 words written for Write Tribe on the following quote:

Write from the soul, not from some notion about what you think the marketplace wants.The market is fickle; the soul is eternal’.
― Jeffrey Carver

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  1. There are no rules for the heart but the heart rules.

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  2. Let the flow be as per our soul & our performance will glow :)
    Nice Uma.

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    1. Only when the heart is opened, the true talent flows out. Thanks, Anita!

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  3. This was lovely Uma! An artists true calling lies when they dance from the soul, without any inhibitions!

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    1. Exactly, Aditi! Thanks a lot for the read and appreciation :-)

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  4. I LOVE that Sangita let go of the rules and followed her own inner dance, and thus achieved a "rapturous performance." :) I think it goes the same for writing and for anything else in life! ;) <3

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    1. Definitely, Elly, this hold true for any creative work. Thanks a ton <3

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  5. Beautiful Sangita, Rules, indeed, stiffle you!

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    1. At least in a creative field, rules should be minimum. Thanks, Nisha :-)

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  6. I loved her spirit and your post.

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    1. Thank you so much, Suleka. I'm glad you loved it :-)

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  7. Beautiful spirit of dance and emotion :)

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    1. Isn't it, Shailaja? When the inhibitions and fear of conformation are conquered, the best flows out. Thanks :-)

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  8. Ahhh reminded me of my school and college days when I used to dance on stage!

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    1. Wow, you dance, Naba? I'd love to watch you perform someday. I love to dance but cannot even to save my life :-p

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    1. Indeed the soul is eternal. Thanks so much, Jas :-)

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  10. Lovely post, music, dance and any form of art is at its best when done from the heart and not necessarily from the mind.

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    1. Exactly, Jairam. Creativity needs to come from the heart. Thank you so much :-)

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  11. Poetry in motion, beautifully woven art into words:)

    http://vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com/2014/09/15/100-words-on-saturday-the-writing-dilemma/

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    1. Thank you so much for the warm words, Vishal :-)

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  12. Very well penned Uma. Beautiful and lovely. Heart knows no rules. It is best when let free :)

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    1. Glad you liked it, love Happy Notes. I like your pen name, btw. Has a positive ring to it :-)

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