As he stood in front of the mirror in his room, with his favorite song playing in the background, he shook his head and moved a little. A faint smile broke on his lips and his eyes had the glitter of a much amused man. He danced. Most standards would only term it as just moving about awkwardly.But well,that's the best he could do and he loved it. He could just see her  flash in front of his eyes. How she always speaks both with her words and hands in perfect synchronization. How whenever she would say cut, her fingers would  moved like a scissor. How whenever she would talk about having here favorite dish, her hands would literally be moving an imaginary fork to her lips. And when she would talk about how she was dancing on her bed last night, she would do so with  her arms held  up to her shoulders, bend at the elbows and her head bobbing  from side to side. This  girl had more dance in her conversations and walking and just sitting around, then he had in his entire body. But yet as he thought of her, as he stood in his room,with his mind, with his spirit and his body, he danced.