The Life of an Ambivert

I hate dancing. I don't have the excitement for the art-form, or perhaps even the flexibility one should possess in order to move their body. Worst part of it all, I am an indian. Why? Because dancing as a skill for an indian is customary. We dance at weddings, parties, gatherings, recitals, when some music is playing, when the lights are down, and at birthdays apparently. On Friday I was invited to a birthday. The invitation was a surprise, the party was meant to surprise the birthday girl. The group chat was wild with arguments and retorts the day before on what the venue should be. Everyone wanted something discreet and silent. But there wasn't one finalized. Being the good Samaritan, I chipped in an idea about how my building pool has a huge space beside it, easily holding thirty people. Sure residents and office workers made a fuss when I played games there, so there was definitely no issue with fifteen hot-headed teens dancing and shouting. Everyone agreed, and the pla...