There’s something about Christmas that always hits different. Every year, without fail, the world slows down just a little bit, as if giving us permission to breathe again. The air turns a little colder, but somehow everyone’s heart feels warmer, like the chill and the comfort are meant to exist together, stitching themselves into one feeling that only December understands. Cafés dressed in fairy lights and garlands make every coffee conversation feel lighter, yet somehow dee

There’s a quiet tenderness in the way we live, soft rituals stitched into the fabric of our days. The way we blow a fallen eyelash from the back of our hand, holding onto the fragile hope that wishes still find their way into the world. The way two pinkies entwine, carrying a promise more sacred than words could ever hold. The way heads tip back in the rain, as if the storm could wash away every unspoken weight. The way a small, happy dance escapes when we taste the comfort o

There is a fine string separating one dance form from another. But funny enough, that same string is also what ties them all together. It’s delicate, almost invisible. But it exists. Running through time, cultures, continents. Woven with displacement, celebration, rebellion, survival. And rhythm. Let’s take flamenco. The Spanish dance. Fierce. Passionate. Known for its sharp footwork and proud presence. But did you know it finds its roots in Kathak ? A classical Indian form.

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