It's funny how time and distance change you, the roads you take don't always lead you home.
You know when you go see a movie at like 5 PM and you come out to a darkened, emptying parking lot? When you entered sun was reflecting off rows of cars, but now you are surrounded by a mysterious world suddenly darkened with only fluorescents to guide your way. I feel this way during yoga, yet instead of a romantic comedy to transition me from day to night, it is zen OHMing that welcomes me to the mystical early evening.
Although this experience sounds quite poetic, it doesn’t even begin to compare to the joy found in my evening walk. Out of the South Gate of campus is a small cluster of shops on the side of the road collectively called Gopanpalli. Here, you can find sketchy samosas and street pups galore. Most importantly, you can get cheap stacks of American cookies. More specifically–Oreos. And what goes best with a traditional Oreo? None other than milk. It turns out I am in India, where milk is 1. full fat and 2. impossible to come by in cartons. When in India, do as the Indian do. And that means–drinking out of a milk pouch. Picture a sealed Ziplock baggie filled with thick milk where you rip off the corner to enjoy the lukewarm sweet substance. Unfortunately, this makes dipping Oreos impossible, but just to have this simple after dinner luxury was enough.
Keddy and I enjoying our milk pouches just a LITTLE too much. Ps. We apologize for our appearances– this was our treat after yoga and a crippling core workout.
“Smile with you milk pouch”
“Stare into my eyes–does this make you uncomfortable?”