Indian Samurai इंडियन सामुराई

At my last class, my neighbor was super good.

I asked my teacher since how long he has been doing yoga??

But, in 3 months don’t not worry you will be at the same level!!

Mmmhhh… I am still at the stage where I find ressources to make the plank less hard (but apparently it is too visible: putting my belly on the ground and then crashing down like a pancake (it is a French expression), it is not a plank) so allow me to doubt that…

I thus ask the guy in question. Hum, 15 years why??

So I’m going back to bed…

Yoga... Well, it might take me some time…

We are very few students in the class and there is quite a big turnover.

The other day, my neighbor with yoga was, well, really weird… First I thought she was upset with her razor: she had hairs everywhere, under the armpits legs even a moustache. But then no, the right part of her head was shaved. After all, she must be upset with  symmetry: the nails of the left hand were painted but not those of the right hand.

Whatever it is, she stink and I almost died asphyxiated : the basic principles of my yoga is very deep inhalations before every movement, imagine!!

From my rickshaw, on my way to work...

 And view from my desk...