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Gold toes by WAH

Washing by Pushpa

Light shaft by India

Breakfast pancake by Pushpa

Chai by Pushpa

The noise here is neverending, it always amazes me just how ear assaulting India is. From arriving at the airport to the mad crazy frightening taxi ride to my destination. Easing into sleep and waking up is all conducted under the huge canopy of noise that is barking cicadas, street sellers screeching, dogs banging, doors howling, scooters crying, shouting radios, kids pecking, chickens crying, televisions chanting, cars clicking, trains squealing...

it’s only annoying if I let it be  

I have to get straight into my India shrug it off mode 

and wobble my head in resignation.

Earplugs were invented for this. 

Tomorrow I begin my yoga boot camp, it’s been at least 3 weeks since I did a full practise and at 6am tomrrow I shall be starting a regime that will last every day for 8 weeks and in theory should continue when I get home but ....{we could all fill in all kinds of excuses here} It will be 2 hours of hard practise and I know the sweat will run off my nose after my first forward bend. It hurts and it works. Mentally and physically.


And that’s why I come to India. 
To be able to breathe, to practise my neglected yoga, to reflect on a year past and to be able to move forward with more courage and more spirit. 
We are all bombarded with life and here I can press a pause button 
and watch life 
instead of being swept up in the mad fairground of it all. 
And for this I give thanks and realise that I am blessed enough to be this independent or this adventurous 
(and I have to tell you that sometimes I am terrified) 
to be able to leave it behind and just be here. 
I’m so lucky. This place is special.


Incase you are wondering I am staying in an Indian home filled with love and the best home cooking imaginable. My host and friend is Pushpa. If you want to know how I met her you need to read this...we are friends for life now and she looks after me as though I am her child and believe me that is just what I need right now. Anyone who has performed motherly or caring duties for years on end, needs, nay, deserves a helping of Pushpa. 
If you want to come here, I’ll share her. 


Mistake of the day~ wearing a t-shirt with Lakshmi on it (God of Wealth) and having metallic golden toenails. 
I can only call it mobbing by four year olds.