Dance like you will never ever get to dance again!!

I dont want to lose the moment..so writing with the flow of what i feel just now.I just danced my way around some punjabi numbers,and feeling great !!Rejuvenated, happy and full of life for the moment.As i listen to a punjabi track dhol jageero da, i feel great to be a punjabi and carrying the enjoying- the-bhangra instincts of punjabis.Dancing at thid time of hour is fun when you have friends along.But as i was home alone, i started alone..Lol.It makes me remember the exam times in College when we just used to rush to archi block, the girls who are always making sheets and gossiping, Lol, increase volume of music already playing and start dancingIt used to be real fun, situated among a village area in fenced hostels, still having a great time shouting and dancing.But times have passed,We hardly have a blast with friends, it needs planning or when we end up in parties and chilling zones, sometimes end up getting bored and disappointed at expecting the same friends, as in college. I sometimes feel like calling a friend, then guess, she has been recently married, must be busy and stop dialling.sometimes, i end up increasing their missed call count. As i write this, the track has changed to "aj nachne nu kare mera jee" One foot tapping bhangra track, which just lets you have a great time enjoying the beats.Punjabi music has always been lovely and i like the rythm with which feet and expression play on your face, swaying you all along.Whenever i dance, i feel like on the seventh sky, the moment of happiness is indescribable, its too quick, too beautiful, that it shows on my face while i tap my feet. I miss the hostel times for these moments, which will remain, yet will be missed.The freedom that job has given has been great, but has taken with it bonding and togetherness in a strange way.
Everywhere i see, there is a bit of frown in every smile, those steps while i dance now, stumble at times, that moment of gudbye has pain in it, That conversation i have has tinges of nostalgia, there is certain lack of trust in some people i know,there is warmth missing in those eyes and words, there is some love behind those terse words, some pain behind that tall face.
Welcome to the world of grown ups, welcome to life where every moment is precious!!
:)