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24 November 2025
Ask a Spaniard what captures their soul, and many will point to something that cannot be touched — only felt. Flamenco is not just dance or music in Spain; it is a pulse, a living heartbeat stitched into Andalusian evenings. The guitar starts softly, almost like a secret being tested in the air. Then the singer follows, voice raw with honesty, carrying generations of longing, pride, and unbroken spirit.
What makes Flamenco a national treasure is not simply its beauty, but its truth. Every clap, every heel strike, every swirl of the dress tells a story people never wanted to forget. It was born from struggle, shaped by resilience, and carried forward by joy.
In the dim light of a small tablao in Seville, when the dancer freezes mid-turn and the singer holds a final note, time pauses.
And in that pause, Spain remembers who it is — fierce, tender, passionate, and entirely alive.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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