Dance Practice Before the Show
Ananya: "Ravi, why are you just flopping on the sofa like a fish? We have to practice our dance!"
Ravi: "My legs are tired, yaar. They feel like old chapatis."
Ananya: "But the school Independence Day show is tomorrow! Amma already ironed my tricolour skirt."
Ravi: "At least you got a cool skirt. My kurta is so stiff, my arms just droop when I dance."
Ananya: "Droopy arms will look funny in front of the whole school."
Ravi: "Miss will shout if my hands keep moving all lazy. She wants ‘sharp moves’, remember?"
Amma: "What’s all this noise? I can hear you from the kitchen."
Ananya: "Amma, Ravi is lying on the sofa instead of practicing."
Ravi: "Amma, my body is like a noodle. See?"
Ravi: "Flop!"
Amma: "Arre, if you jump like that, you’ll mash the sofa cushions flatter than a dosa."
Ananya: "Come on, Ravi. Just one time with the song."
Ravi: "My arms will go all loose. My legs too. I’m so sleepy."
Amma: "Okay, show me the step where you salute the flag."
Ananya: "Here—hands straight, not flopping down, eyes up, like this."
Ravi: "Hmm… I’ll try. But if I fall, I’m blaming these noodle-legs."
Amma: "Ready? I’m playing the music."
Ananya: "Five, six, seven, eight!"
Ravi: "Left, right… hey, my hands aren’t flopping now. They’re staying straight!"
Amma: "See? When you focus, your body listens. No loose, floppy moves at all."
Ravi: "Okay, last time. After that, I’m flopping on the bed with a big plate of laddus."
Ananya: "Deal. But for the show, no more flopping—only fantastic dancing!"