Belly Dancing
June 1, 2008
It was the Memorial Day weekend when my husband and I went to Dallas. One of my good friends, Veena, lives in Dallas. So, we also visited with her and family.
At the time, Veena’s father, Mr. Rao, was living with them as well. He looked very thin, dark, yet tall, and he was graying in his sixties. Veena introduced him with a sad feeling, and that was because of his age. She shared how they have to be careful because of his age.
Hearing this, I offered to take Mr. Rao to have dinner with us that evening. This brought cheer to Veena. Just for fun, my husband decided to take us to a belly dancing restaurant and bar.
While we were eating, the dancing was very slow. Later, the atmosphere became very different; it was loud with speedy belly dancing.
Much to our surprise, Mr. Rao got out of his chair and joined the belly dancer. The restaurant crowd cheered Mr. Rao as he matched his steps with the belly dancer. Everyone clapped as he danced. Mr. Rao looked full of life as if he was just waiting for a chance to enjoy life.
In Mr. Rao’s case, Veena’s perception was definitely not reality. Sometimes, all it takes is for us to be a little open-minded and to experience what life truly has to offer.
Thanksgiving Day Break-In
November 22, 2007
My husband’s mother came down to visit us during the Thanksgiving holidays. We decided to go to Austin.
First, we visited the state capitol building which gave us a whole new experience as we observed the beautiful architectural structure, the old saved machines, the phone system, etc. We took a lot of pictures and enjoyed ourselves.
The next morning was Thanksgiving Day. As we came out of the hotel room, we discovered with shock that the car window had been broken. My husband ran toward the car to see and found out that everything was stolen.
My First Bus Ride (Alone)
January 22, 1999 (Dolly’s original writing when sixteen)
When I was sixteen I rode in a bus to see my aunt. It was the first time I rode by myself. In this ride I wanted to have fun and enjoy myself. When I was sitting in the bus a girl about twenty years old came and sat with me. When I looked at her she looked very quiet and did not want to talk with anyone.
Anyway, I asked her, “what time is it please”. She answered. After a while, she asked my name and I inquired about her. We talked about so many things. Our discussion was interesting. I was really having fun with her. After our talk when the bus stopped she left.
Now, I was sitting in the bus, thinking about our talk and how interesting it was. Whenever she left I didn’t have anything from her but the memory of unexpected delightful conversation. I learned so many things from that chance meeting. Now, it was my stop and I had to go and see my aunt. But I was no longer waiting fro my stop; I was enjoying the ride.
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