“I was a bit in shock. And, well, no one stepped in to help. Everyone just sort of pretended like nothing had happened. Then, I cut my working holiday short and left early.”
“Oh, that’s rare. You are the first I know who still doesn’t have Netflix. I guess you haven’t been converted? Or which platform do you watch your series on?”
Gradually, the conversations became deeper and more meaningful. The topics range from “Was that potato salad in your Snapchat?” to “I’m worried about you seeking more views and likes. I want you to enjoy writing for the sheer fun you get out of it.”
It was not the particular instructor nor the fellow yogis. The feeling of body renewal I experienced immediately after the class made me rethink my earlier bias towards yoga. I still don’t love yoga; rather, it simply fits in with my lifestyle.
I was reminded of the time when I stayed home for 5 days straight without seeing or talking to another soul. It may not sound like much but the aftermath of self-isolation scared me into a frenzy.