I think, there had been a phase in life where I got into frenzy of experimentation. The partner in sin were my cousins. I must say they suffered when I did act a very sweet elder sister to them keen to teach them some peppy nos.
The Michael Jackson hits, ” Blood is on the Dance floor” or Prabhu Deva hits. Full fledged closed door training to them and my obsession with the perfection, I am sure…
Today, I think I am nostalgic a bit.