The author evokes the image of a dancer who is beckoned to dance by the music, be it a salsa, Bollywood melody or a waltze. We all learn how to dance at the ballroom dancing schools and salsa workshops and latin american schools, but when the music starts, you are left along with your partner and have to bring in the temperament, your ethnic soul for music and rhythm, to make the dance something special, depending on your momentary psychic state. If you're wooing or in love, you can feel the adrenalin charging in your blood vessels, firing you to perform, to let your soul speak through your feet, torso and extremities. Till you become one with the music. Time and space are forgotten. There is just the music and dance, light feet swaying on the floor, as easily as a languidly moving cloud in the sky. A cosmic dance.