Article (Dance Katha) - The rhythm that always is - Divya Anand

Devi was frustrated beyond words; they never managed to truly understand her. Sometimes she herself didn't - but that didn't mean someone smarter shouldn't. She reminded herself she wasn't asking for much. Just a deep connection. One that feels like a cool breeze, refreshing. But finding it had become a serious challenge. Why did everything lose its charm and appear shallow after the details appear? Shouldn't romance be like some of those classic odes that thrilled her every time she read them? The rude sound of her mobile ringing shook her from her reverie. It was Mom - she wanted the details.

Devi's mother lived in her hometown, caring for her ailing husband. Devi, her only daughter, had had a somewhat confusing childhood - not from a lack of love, but from abrupt and unexpected political changes. Her early teens were full of small comforts and bright dreams, until her father's business spiralled into debt and everything changed. The school trips stopped, school fees had backlogs, and by the time she turned eighteen, Devi was working side gigs to keep the family afloat. Still, she was bright. She excelled in her studies, earned scholarships, and landed a respectable job - though true financial stability was still a distant shore. Her father's health had worsened, and her mother, already weathered by years of caretaking and financial strain, now clung fiercely to the one thing she could still hope for: securing a good match for Devi. It wasn't pressure exactly. It was love - the kind that worries too much and lets it show. 

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