Cha Cha Cha...Part -4 (October Romance)

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Cha Cha Cha...Part -1 (October Romance)

Cha Cha Cha...Part -2 (October Romance)

Cha Cha Cha...Part -3 (October Romance)

She hunted to slaughter her past, which had left her all alone. Delia walked down the hall, struggling out of the mood. "There was nothing I could have done differently, she told herself. Nothing I could have altered." Suddenly she wanted to escape, somewhere else. Some place where she could take her time discovering what it was she really wanted of herself.

"Hi Delia." Dave greeted her with a smile.

"This rain's depressing." Delia walked to go to the window."I don't mind it. Sometimes I like a dull, sleepy day. I can be lethargic without feeling guilty."

"Are Dancers lazy too?" asked Dave.

Delia laughed courteously, flipping her hood from her head, revealing golden rivulets of hair cascading across her shoulders.

"Delia you are a great dancer.Why don't you teach me to dance?"asked Dave.

"It can be tough for you" said Delia.

"Have any other friends?" Dave asked.

" No.......so that's what you want me for?" Delia tossed her head.

They wandered to the wall, for some moment looking out in comfortable silence. Dave liked the soothing music and Delia loved to be with him.

"What about your family?" asked Dave.

"My parents were killed in a train accident barely six months ago". There was no increased pressure on her fingers, but her voice had tightened. Her eyes had hardened.

Dave's eyes were filled with sympathy...

Dave was silent, keeping his eyes on her while their food was served.

"You came to India to learn art or...........?" Dave speared a delicate morsel of lobster into the melted butter."To express yourself?" asked Dave.

"I think It might be that because I was a dancer too, I craved self-expression" Delia chose lemon over the butter .Actually I don't analyze myself often, just other people.

"Did you find anything romantic here?" Dave popped a piece of the lobster into her mouth, leaning forward.

"A hundred years can make almost anything romantic. Do you realize how many of the great ballets deal with death yet remain romantic?" said Delia.

"Well, you have to tell me, I don't believe it" .Dave laughed as he wanted another meeting with Delia. Dave decided to drop Delia to her hostel.

The sky was deep, dark blue. The stars were low and bright, glimmering through the cloudy sky. Delia shivered as the wind blew .It added excitement to the romance of moonlight.

"I love nights like this," Delia said with a sigh."Nights,when the stars hang low and the wind talks to the trees."Delia turned to him as she spoke. I love being with you Dave."
"Do you know what fascinated me about you?"asked Dave.

Intrigued, Delia shook her head."My stunning beauty?" she suggested.

"Nope,your other face." said Dave.

"What?"She laughed .

"Other face? Where did you find that other face ...?" asked Delia as she waited for a reply which she hoped for.

"interested in learning some moves?"she asked impishly,when he dropped her at the door.

'Sure,why not,"Dave chuckled .

To be continued....