Dard-e-Disco

I’d been telling my brother ever since I visited him in late 2016 (gosh, that makes it almost 10 years now) that I wanted to go to a silent disco in London (then my second visit to the city, and my first as an adult).

And he in his signature style would reply that of course I must, if I could find company that is.

I tried. Every annual visit, I tried. And every time, it didn’t work out.

Cut to ten years later, I discovered an event organised in the city around it and, without overthinking for once, signed up immediately.

What an excellent choice.

Finally off the bucket list.

Sometimes, when life bogs you down a little, what you need is to put on a pair of headphones, surf through three different channels, and remember two important things: that you are a good dancer and that you actually enjoy dancing.

And the best part? As someone not very familiar with the English music scene, you recognise ALL the songs. They are playing nostalgic favourites and popular hits and you are not living under a rock like you thought. Happy days!

Also, bumping into chatty people who laugh or dance off their own escapades reminds you how life is much bigger than the thousands of imagined agonies you trouble yourself with.

There is something very satisfying and almost rebellious about dressing up and showing up in grey London weather. When conventional wisdom dictates that you stay home, stay dry, and stay in your head, sometimes the more sensible thing to do is dil pe patthar rakh ke muh pe make up kar lena.