[location] Kal ho naa ho...

[thepersianyouth]

It is said, that as surely as the moon gives way to sunshine, so too does the wool by and by become a carpet. Little by little, step by step, thread by thread until the carpet maker can display several years' work on his wall. He remembers one such man; a carpet-seller who had use for his services as provided by Datis; the man who so many years ago had set him on a new path. Sometimes he wishes for his life to have been simple like that, to be able at the end of each day look at the work done and know the measure of one's accomplishments.

Every morning, he sets out to walk along the many winding streets, choosing a new direction every other day. Every day he finds himself somewhere shaded and out of the way of others where he may practice his skills. He dances on green grass, feet bare and spirits lifted; he orders a pot of spiced tea from one of the many tea shops and restaurants and sits in a quiet corner, pouring the tea just so, handling the cup and saucer as were they the finest quality; sometimes he even sings, to please a friend or intriguing new acquaintance.

Habits are cobwebs at first, then become cables: he is careful not to grow accustomed to his own ways, but to make sure he explores all venues available to him.

Turning the corner onto a new street, drawn by the sound of a flute, he can't help but smile at the sight of a young woman - not a fellow captive, but captivating nonetheless - with her glossed black flute-like instrument, leaning against a whitewashed stone wall as if she has all the time in the world. Their eyes meet, and in the crinkling of her eyelids he can see an answering smile. He finds himself walking closer, humming a counterpoint to her melody. Their music combined seems to build, until his very heart is bursting with it and must take flight the way songs alone could ever do.

"Life is changing every moment, life is now a shade... Life is now sunshine." Touching finger-ends to his brow, inclining his head in appreciation. "Every moment on earth, live life to the fullest. Whatever time you have is yours, for tomorrow might never come."

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[thepersianyouth]

For a brief little moment of incredulous staring, Bagoas can't believe his own ears. Then he pokes Josef in the side with an impish glint in his eye. "You mean to tell me you call modern dance...dance?

"And of course I want to learn; I would love to learn, if you wouldn't mind teaching me. Just a few steps, please?"

Careful, or he'll soon bring in all the wiles he knows, feminine and otherwise.

[loveawkward]

"Well, there's a lot of years of my dance experience. The kind I learned as a boy, the sensual dances I learned in ports over the years. Then there's the hideous crap that most do these days that I can't stand," he said with a snort but a bit of a smile making the corner of his eyes crinkle.

"Why wouldn't we call it that?" But then he paused, considering it. "You mean because of the changes in languages?"

Glancing around, he considered his options. Most of them meant Bagoas in his arms and he liked that. "Do you mean here?"