More on yoga

It is beginning to sink in that our time here in India is soon going to be over. So I’ve taken pictures of things that I don’t want to forget. One of these is my yoga class. I’ve gone about 3 mornings a week, and it has been a wonderful way to start the day. Now that I’ve been going for awhile, I finally got up the nerve to ask the instructors if I could take a picture of them—they both happened to be sitting on the platform on which they instruct from individually—you never know which of them will be your teacher each morning. I like both of them. You can see that one is dressed more traditionally in white and the other is dressed as if he’s on his way to work. I don’t know if he goes from here to another job, but that’s how I imagine it. The guy in white rides to class on a motorcycle, and one day I was running (literally) late, and he pulled up beside me and offered me a ride. He has been studying yoga since he was very young, as his father practices. I mentioned this to Yogesh after class, and he said that his father also practices yoga. “And his mother?” I ask. “No, she’s got work to do around the house.”