WHEN LOSS ARRIVED …again :(

Still Coming Home: A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath

For my mother, whose kindness still teaches me how to breathe.

WHEN LOSS ARRIVED - again 

Just as I began to find my rhythm, life shifted again.  

Loss doesn’t ask for permission; it arrives uninvited, rearranging everything.  

As the new year (2025) began, my world went silent in a different way.  My mom passed away. 

The practice that had once brought me peace now became my only language for survival; breath in, breath out, one day at a time.

Pause and breathe; what stirred within you?

Notes / What I Felt:

Grief arrived like a storm.

Breath became my lifeline.

I was learning to carry both sorrow and love.

THE LEAP

 Still Coming Home: A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath

For my mother, whose kindness still teaches me how to breathe.

THE LEAP 

One day, the balance tipped. 

I realized the teachings of yoga were speaking louder than my job title.  

Leaving the corporate world wasn’t rebellion; it was relief.  

The decision felt terrifying and weightless at once, like stepping off a familiar cliff and finding if the air could hold you.

Pause and breathe; what stirred within you?

Notes / What I Felt:

Courage mingled with fear.

Freedom appeared like a quiet gift.

Trusting the unknown felt right.

THE GRAVITY OF A DIFFERENT WORLD

Still Coming Home: A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath

For my mother, whose kindness still teaches me how to breathe.

THE GRAVITY OF A DIFFERENT WORLD 

Weeks turned into years, and yoga became more than exercise. It became gravity. 

I found myself waiting for the evenings I could teach part-time, feeling lighter in that world than in the one that paid my bills.  

The contrast grew sharper until the question returned: Is this all there is?

The mat seemed to whisper back, there’s more if you listen.

Pause and breathe; what stirred within you?

Notes / What I Felt:

A new pull tugged gently.

I longed for meaning beyond duty.

Yoga felt like home.

A WHISPER CALLED YOGA

Still Coming Home: A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath

For my mother, whose kindness still teaches me how to breathe.

A WHISPER CALLED YOGA

It started as a lunch-hour class, something to stretch away the stiffness of sitting too long.  

The first time I lay in savasana, I felt a silence so alive it startled me.  

No noise, no goal, just breath.  

That small moment of stillness stayed with me long after the class ended, tugging softly at the edges of my routine.

Pause and breathe; what stirred within you?

Notes / What I Felt:

I noticed stillness could exist.

Breath became a small anchor.

Peace could sneak in quietly.

THE UNSPOKEN RESTLESSNESS

 Still Coming Home: 

A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath

For my mother, whose kindness still teaches me how to breathe.

THE UNSPOKEN RESTLESSNESS 

For years, I followed the rhythm everyone expected ie early drives, meetings, targets, polite smiles that didn’t reach the eyes.  

My life looked complete on paper, yet somewhere between deadlines I began to notice a quiet hum inside me, like a question that refused to fade.  

I didn’t know what it wanted; only that it kept asking for space.

Pause and breathe.

What stirred within you?

Notes / What I Felt:

I still walked through life mechanically.

A quiet voice whispered for attention.

Curiosity and fear intertwined.

CONTINUATION OF MY LIFE’s JOURNEY

Still Coming Home: A Quiet Journey of Healing and Breath

For my mother, whose kindness still teaches me how to breathe.

I am back again, after almost 4-5 years of absence, as a way to breathe through loss. I will be posting daily from now on. 

Well, when words felt too heavy to speak, I began writing them softly, between moments of silence, between the rise and fall of my breath.

Yoga became both the anchor and the bridge: a way to meet grief without running from it, to find light without forgetting what I’d lost.

Each reflection here is written with love, shaped by the rhythm of breath and the quiet lessons my mother left behind.

This is not a story of endings, but of gentle returns, to stillness, to kindness, to home.

Inhale: healing. 

Exhale: remembrance.

To be continued…

Life Of Uncertainty

 I am back. After almost 5 years. My last post was in 2016 where I mentioned I wanted to leave the corporate world. I did - end of February 2017. It wasn’t the same getting up in the morning on 1st March and realising that there’s no more rush to work. It felt totally unreal. Took me almost a month to recover from the change. So. I turned into a full fledged yoga teacher. Free lancer. I managed to secure a studio and started teaching. It was a hit! I felt good. Fast forward to end of 2019, uncertainties kicked in. Covid-19. I never expected it to ruin the whole world, crash the economy and take away lives. Come March 2020, we went into many stages of lockdown. And now, it’s October 2021. Lockdown has ceased. Travels permitted. Businesses reopened. And so did my studio. 

Slowly things are picking up. We are seeing the virus slowly reducing day by day. What a scare we had and what a life of uncertainty that we faced. Such a huge lesson. I suppose we’ve got so much more to discover and learn and repent. It’s not going to give up and go away with a flip of the calendar. So so many lives lost. And, we surviving this pandemic is a gift. 

Till then, be well. Be thankful. Stay safe. Follow the SOP. Wear your mask. 

See you.