How does the new leg feel?′ I don’t point out their question misses a point: even this new leg doesn’t feel.

I’m not sure I can empty myself of wishing for those able bodies I don’t own.

Will you go out with me for a cup of coffee?” “No.” “No?” “I prefer tea, thank you.

It feels like Shiva destroyed my universes of possibility, like He’s dancing on the ashes of my snatched away dreams.

But love doesn’t stop him from living and moving forward, because that’s how life moves” -Arul.

My hand slips into his as though it remembers his touch and we’ve held hands often in a previous life.

I lean into his touch. He looks shy and almost as scared as I was just feeling. I burst out laughing. Never imagined we’d share being scared the first time we went out together. “What’s so funny now?” “You. You look so frightened.” “I am frightened.” He exhales. Then smiles and slides closer to me.

Jim was cricket practice; Govinda’s the real match. Match. Get it?

I don’t know how you live without dreams” -Viji.

Dance isn’t about winning or losing,” he says, “it’s about enjoying how your body moves.” I.