So when I was ready to leave the office, I opted for walking. It was nearing sundown and I'd forgotten to bring a scarf or cardigan, props I generally use to feel more culturally appropriate when I walk. So I earned a tiny bit of verbal harassment, but the sky was beautiful and it was still precisely a good way to end the day.
After greeting the guest-house-mates, I headed up to my room and set about doing some yoga. This was a day that begged for a good yoga workout. And so I did my balance poses, my flows and my breathing on the purple yoga mat in a little nook by the balcony. I was facing my bed.
Next to my bed I have taped two photos courtesy of my sister-in-law. One is of my parents, brother, sis-in-law and nephew. The other one is of me with my nephew. The grin he sports in this photo screams that this is a happy boy who knows he's loved. Yes, he is. And so, with every readjustment of my tired limbs, I'd start counting the breaths and feel my soul rejuvenate as I absorbed the cheery-faced image of a two-year old who I love very very dearly.