India

To all yogis and yoginis,

I walk into the still dark room, adorned with burning incense and tee-light candles flickering from tiny nooks in the walls. There are a few bodies on mats scattered around the room, relaxed in resting poses. I collect my mat and head over to my favourite corner near the open window. The early autumn air drifts in. Standing there I notice the dimmed lights along the promenade and the early morning joggers, pounding the pavement below.