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Dancing on the Streets - GOLD WINNER

by Sadhbh Inman

Tai ya tai hi

Tai ya tai hi...

On a noisy, dusty road, a child's bare brown feet are hardly noticed as she weaves in and out of the traffic, dodging cattle and halting at taxis. She presses her nose against the windows of vehicles carrying crowds of tourists. "Tissues ma'am, tissues sir, only ten rupees for a box". Sita is small for a seven year old, but then seven year olds from the slums in Ahmedabad are often smaller than other children.

Tai ya tai hi

Tai ya tai hi...

The Bharata Natyam rhythm encourages her to dance, from car to lorry, lorry to rickshaw. On Sita's tiny face a smile begins to form. She is so engrossed in the rhythm that she never misses a beat. A lady in a rickshaw spots her quick-footed movements and starts rummaging through her purse to find twenty rupees, "ten rupees for the tissues and ten for your dancing".

Tai ya tai hi

Tai ya tai hi...

Sita is delighted about receiving that much money, and dances off to the tailor's to get her Bharata Natyam dress made and her dream fulfilled. The tailor's fingers work quickly with the silky, emerald fabric. The gleaming needle punctures the soft cotton cloth, creating neat rows of stitches. Sita watches as the dress is completed. Sita takes the dress, her eyes wide with excitement, her mouth open in anticipation. "That's one hundred rupees child" the tailor says kindly. Sita carefully unfolds the notes she has been saving for over a year and with a hopeful sigh, hands them over.

"I'll have that!" a voice booms. Sita stands, her back to the stranger. She strongly smells rum. "Oh! It can't be" she murmurs. A dark shadow and fiery breath indicate his presence..."Uncle!" His eyes narrow menacingly, sending a shiver down Sita's spine. "I'll have that!" he booms again. Uncle takes the money off Sita. He turns around and slams the door behind him.

Sita knows it will be the end of her happiness. It feels like a part of her body is gone, fatally gone forever. Sita also knows that she should have given the money to Uncle, but it didn't seem fair that he sent her to get money, to make him a rich man.

Tai ya tai hi

Tai ya tai hi...

On a noisy, dusty road, a child's bare brown feet are hardly noticed as she weaves in and out of the traffic, dodging cattle and halting at taxis.

"Tissues ma'am, tissues sir ...only ten rupees for a box".

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