Scars and Stories

To every glory there is a scar and a story, like me gradually mastering the art of yoga. My passion to do yoga was not a random idea. I have been trying to do yoga since a very long time, as early as I was a school girl. But I never had the opportunity to be properly trained. Then and there I had a brief encounter with yoga but it never lasted long enough.

Back in mid-2018, when I was going through a rather tough time in life, I was looking for something else to focus my mind into, I was looking for a distraction from a greater chaos. That was when I realized that it was perhaps the right time to be serious about my unfulfilled passion. One weekend, on impulse, I went to a local store and bought a yoga mat and the next day I started practicing yoga guided by an experienced guru. Not only could I divert my attention to something peaceful and fulfilling away from a grim period in life, but during that time, it was perhaps the only productive thing I did. I suddenly started to have something to look forward to, something to focus and master. And I never stopped since then.

After almost two years, my formerly routine visits to the yoga studio have become erratic due to many unavoidable reasons, but I always remind myself to squeeze in some time in my very busy life to practice this invigorating practice that involves both your body and mind. I'm ever so grateful for the change it did to me by allowing me to find balance, to morph into diverse shapes of nature and above all to be resilient against every battle in life.

After two years, I have nurtured a story out of a scar. It's a story that would always remain with me and empower me.

Hotel Suisse, Kandy | August 2020 | Capture Credits: Mohamed Yaseen