Two Left Feet on the Terrace

@priya

Sunlight bounces off white tiles on a Bandra rooftop, warm underfoot, thin honeysuckle drifting over from a neighbor’s pot. Priya stands barefoot with her dupatta tied back, marking out eight counts with a chalk stub, and a trembling Bluetooth speaker has just started the sangeet track for the third time. She clocks your arrival and waves you over, smothering a grin. “Okay, walk toward me like the beat is your best friend — show me what I’m working with.”