~metanoia~

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~ metanoia - the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self or way of life
                             

Things took a strange turn as I got myself busier into taking photographs of everything that inspired me. Suddenly, my eyes could see beauty everywhere; from the petal of a wild flower to the birds soaring high in the sky, from the sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows to the nostalgic book cases at the library, from the curtains rustling in the summer breeze to the light steps of the ballerina who had stolen my heart a year ago.

Word was around that every ballet dancer was working hard to win this great competition of the State

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Word was around that every ballet dancer was working hard to win this great competition of the State. I, myself, saw ballet dancers practicing in trios and dancing out their souls to the music. The vibe was high and suddenly, every dancer out there was eager to pull it off at the stage. Daily rehearsals were being conducted but nothing changed for me.

Still, the afternoons belonged to me and the swirling ballerina who wandered aimlessly in the streets of my heart

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Still, the afternoons belonged to me and the swirling ballerina who wandered aimlessly in the streets of my heart. The girl, who lost her soul to the melodious symphonies and let the air sway her around like a leaf flowing around in the wind, had my heart tied to the ribbons of her rustling frock even after a whole year. All alone in those shady halls and ignorant of the world around, she twirled adroitly in magical pirouettes and took my breath away everytime.

I had been a witness of her devotion to dance for a whole year

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I had been a witness of her devotion to dance for a whole year. All the dancers who had started practicing due to the competition could twirl nothing like her because she wasn't dancing for the competition. She only danced because she loved to dance and I knew that she deserved to win.

But one of these days, something very strange happened and I realised that things were not as simple as they appeared to me

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But one of these days, something very strange happened and I realised that things were not as simple as they appeared to me.

Author's Note

We all know that she has danced a whole year..haven't we? :/

So what's so strange that Alan is suddenly worried about her winning the competition? :(

Is she going to twist her ankle or something? :x

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