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Humidity, bringing life...

I knew it, I knew it!!

It could not be only me…


In India, hairs have a field day!! (It is a subject that I already discussed a lot, but in French mainly.)

I realized rather quickly that they never stop growing, and super fast with that. In short, in India, women spend their time epilating - except for those (more or less a vast majority) who have fallen out with epilation and accept themselves hairy.


And I have just found the explanation: “The hair grows under the effect of moisture. There can be up to 3% difference in length between the growth of hair in dry medium and in moist environment. ”


And guess what? In Mumbai, “mean relative humidity for an average year is recorded as 74% and on a monthly basis it ranges from 67% in February & December to 85% in July & August.”


Good. If there were only hairs that were growing, I would be happy…

During monsoon particularly, any leather that has not been treated perfectly will get covered by a film of some brown thing.

Or the other day, I was cooking spaghettis (from a pack I had opened some few weeks back). I suspected there was something wrong when I noticed they were more white than yellow. I nevertheless put them in the water and some kind of herbs (like Italian seasoning) started to float on the surface. I rinsed and tasted, that had a disgusting mint taste. I threw the pasta away.


My ayurvedic profile (PITTA) states that: “In order to be balanced, Pittas should remain cool, avoiding excess heat, steam or humidity.”

Here, everything has been said!


Sources :;;


Hindi teacher - I persist and sign.

I did not renew the experiment with my Hindi teacher but I did not give up…


A teacher found my blog and offered to give me lessons but it was not conclusive - she lives too far. On the other hand that gave me a new boost.


And so here I was, googling “Hindi teacher Bandra”. And here, on a fine evening, a teacher arrived at my home. In order to not fall in my usual trap (shyness) I started off in Hindi…

At the same time, my cat was sniffing avidly his feet before going on with a thorough examination and putting his front paws on his lap, obviously with the objective of sniffing his hands, or maybe of playing with his envelope.


He told me a little about his life. How he gave up journalism to open a spa with a friend. He knew nothing back then, he had to learn everything about massages. Moreover he also got into reiki. So he would charge me for Hindi lessons but massages are free of cost (foot massage or reiki)!

It can help relaxing during a lesson!! And it helps him not to lose touch!!


So either he is a total pervert. Or he is a real gem!!

Either way I am going to give him a chance to teach me Hindi – if anything it will be a good distraction for my cat!


Yoga Stories - The Cat

Speaking about yoga, there is one that can NOT stand it. My cat.


He starts by scratching the yoga mat. Then he lies down on the middle of it. Then he comes and hits his head against mine when I am an all four.


When he is done doing all that, he attacks me, and not with the claws, the teeth!!


And apart from locking him up in the bedroom, he will keep on attacking me; happens every time…


And he never ever attacks me otherwise! Funny no?

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