I came home
to myself.
I remember stepping onto my mat for the first time and thinking: my body is not ready for this. My joints ached. My breath was shallow. There were poses I couldn't hold, transitions I couldn't follow, and moments where every sensible voice in my head said, just stop.
But I stayed. Not because I was strong — because I was learning, slowly, session by session, to listen.
" Two more breath cycles. That became my mantra. Not forever — just two more. It was how I met myself at my edge, again and again, without forcing and without giving up.
My sleep deepened. My relationship with food changed — not through restriction, but through awareness. I became calmer in the chaos of life. I found steadiness I didn't know I'd lost. The shakti — that sacred energy that has always lived inside me — began to wake up. Not because yoga put it there. Because yoga cleared the space for me to feel it.
Losing 30 kilograms was one of the things that happened. But it was never the only thing — and it was never the point.
I went to Rishikesh and completed my 500-hour teacher training not to collect a certificate. I went because I had experienced what this practice can do when you truly surrender to it — and I wanted to understand it deeply enough to offer that experience to others.
Now I teach women — beginners, mothers, seniors, women who have spent decades putting everyone else first — the same thing the mat taught me. Your shakti is already inside you. It has never left. It doesn't need to be created. It only needs to be remembered.
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