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Suddenly, the mridanga drum player changed the rhythm. He started to play faster, and the music got louder, which made me feel the unexpected zest in my lungs, so my feet couldn't help but dance. We danced for an hour or two, I can't say for sure. While being in Vrindavan, the passage of time was something strange and unreal to me. It seemed like this part of the world had decided to have different rules. Here, dancing was something as natural and vital as breathing, and breathing was something as liberating and joyful as dancing. „You like our food?“ the mridanga drum player asked me while I was taking another bite of somosa bread. I gulped it fast and said: „I like it almost as much as your music, which means I like it a lot!“ His dark eyes were deep and soft while looking into mine. For a moment, I felt like I had already seen him somewhere before, but then I realized it was just that irrational feeling again. Since landing in Vrindavan, from time to time, I felt like it was not the first time I was walking those streets. I couldn’t explain that feeling, but it didn't bother me much because, except that feeling, I found belonging, comfort, and peace. „It's your first time here?“ he asked and put some basmati rice in his mouth. „Yes, and I hope it's not the last.“ I answered while my tongue was soaking up the sweet and spicy chutney sauce. „There's no such thing as the last or the first time.“ His mouth was present, chewing the food, but his eyes were somewhere else. „Do you believe in reincarnation?“ I stopped eating. „I don't know.“ I answered simply. „Maybe.“ His lips twisted into a smile. „And you?“ I asked, and then his eyes found mine again. We looked into each other’s pupils for a minute or two, I can't say for sure. The time was something unreal and insignificant. „I'm going to play again. Hope I'll see you dancing.“ He smiled and got up. As he was walking away, my eyes were following his steps moving through the colorful and loud crowd. There were so many people, but still, I haven't lost him from my sight. He took his mridanga drum, and I heard the music again, the music I knew I had known from before.