“Everytime I put a dance video out on social media, my fans love it, and the reaction I get online is mind blowing.”

I had a vision of bringing two cultures together, and I have said this in the past: my goal is to bring Morocco and India together through music and art.

One does not have to get frustrated with getting an opportunity, whether it is film, short film, web series or TV shows… As an entertainer, opportunities have expanded.

Trolling is a cyber-crime, and if you are caught for it, you cannot run away by saying that it is your opinion.

My family is from Morocco, and I was born and raised in Canada, but I’m an Indian at heart, for sure.

As ‘Dilbar’ has become a huge hit internationally, including Middle East, we have taken the song and re-composed it, written Arabic and Moroccan lyrics, and we recorded, with me singing with Fnaire.

Raftaar is a sensible musician and respects women, music, and his fans!

I am keen to work in romantic stories and dramas.

I love what I do, and I take projects as they come.

I’d like to act in Punjabi films and do some great roles instead of just dance sequences.

Doing a remake of an iconic song is always nerve-racking because you never know if you can actually do justice to it.

The combination of me and Raftaar sharing screen space together is in itself fire!

I don’t limit myself as long as the content is good.

I’m always very proud of Moroccan artists doing well and achieving international recognition.

Bigg Boss’ was the first time I was exposed to a situation where I had to only speak in Hindi. Prior to that, I was learning but never practising.

I really wanted to take ‘Dilbar’ to Africa and the Middle East in Arabic because it was also a perfect way to launch myself.

I was travelling a lot, during the release of ‘Dilbar,’ to various countries, and the song would be played at random places like lounges, coffee shops, streets, and I realised the song had reached levels that was beyond India.

Then my heart with pleasure fills And dances with the daffodils.

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing.

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

It was an unwritten law that black comics were not permitted to work white nightclubs. You could sing and you could dance, but you couldn’t stand flat-footed and talk; that was a no-no.

And we love to dance, especially that new one called the Civil War Twist. The Northern part of you stands still while the Southern part tries to secede.