Harshly pulling my hair in frustration and pain, I screamed loudly before picking up a vase as I threw it on the mirror swiftly. Standing there, I watched as the full size mirror shattered into pieces on the floor just like my life did in a few minutes. 
Due to the loud breaking sound, My mother came running to catch on me. She banged on the locked door asking me to open the door. I quickly wore a cap to hide my bloodshot eyes from her and picked up my go to dancing bag which had all the essentials. Opening the door, I kept my gaze down hiding most of my face with the cap and my hair. Loud gasp left from my mother's lips as she saw broken mirror. 
She quickly pulled me away from the shattered glass and held my shoulders, before asking in a worried tone. 
"Ye kaise hua?" 
"I got scared seeing my reflection after waking up so I threw the vase thinking it was someone else. Nind me thi to pta nahi chala." 
I made up a lie, hoping it would sound convincing to her. She looked at me confused, finding it hard to believe what I just said. Letting out a sigh, I removed her hands from my arms and walked out of the room.
"Kaha jaa rahi hai beta? You can't dance with that wound on your foot." 
Her concerned filled words halted me in my way as I looked down on the bag I was holding. So she does recognize my dance supplies bag. I tightened my grip around the strip of the bag and answered her without looking back. 
"I will just practice some hand mudras, it gives me peace. I will be back before your husband." 
Not wasting another minute, I walked away further. She also didn't say anything as she knew she won't be able to stop me now. The wound on my foot hurted with every step but it was nothing infront of the havoc going inside my heart. 
Taking the taxi I reached my destination as I wasn't in the condition to drive. I had decided to refrain from coming to this safe heaven of mine during my exams but right now I needed to let these feelings out of me, which were suffocating me badly. Bowing my head, I touched the ground before stepping inside my dancing school.
Thankfully, gurumaa wasn't there, saving me from answering various questions of hers. Going inside, I was greeted by my juniors. Passing them a small smile, I walked further to my very own private room, the walls of which were adorned by every award I ever won since I couldn't bring them back to my house.
There was a big wide mirror in front of me, it hurted to look at my own reflection. I couldn't even recognize the person I was seeing. Wiping my cheeks harshly, I dropped the bag on the shiny wooden floor with a loud thud. My shoulders slumped down making me look like a pathetic looser.
Inhaling sharply I put on my dancing costume, bending down to tie the heaviest anklets (ghungroo) I own. My feet felt heavy just like my heart, The redness in my eyes intensified as I forced myself to look dead in my eyes through the mirror. Hitting my foot on the ground with a loud thud, I hissed when the anklet beeds touched my wound. 
But it proved to be the last thing, I was concerned about. Switching on the song, I started dancing my heart out. The fire of agony and pain reflected in each of my fierce moment. My body moved with the rhythm in a sync making a painful broken melody, when mixing with my paining heart and crushed soul. 
I panted, sweat formed on my forehead but I kept going, pushing my limits. 
Author's perspective 
Tears stormed down her cheeks but that didn't stop her from moving her feet to the beat. Her dance showed the intensity of ache her poor soul was bearing at that time. Every time her wounded foot banged on the floor loudly, a hiss would leave her trembling lips yet she continued to punish herself, drowning in the river of darkness.