Mythily felt we should learn yoga only through a master although we didn't need one. We engaged this person to come home and teach yoga. He was young and impressionable. Five of us learnt yoga in an open air area on top of our house. But he made us do a single routine one by one for nearly an hour and the same thing continued for the second day. This was a well known routine and none of us actually needed much prompting. However, what irritated Mythily was that he used his feet to correct our postures. This is a complete no-no in India. You normally touch the feet of elders with your fingers. But touching someone with your feet is downright degrading in India. Though my elder brother did not care, Mythily rightfully felt offended. I also did not like the way the class went and the way he treated Radhesh. I supported her and he got the sack. So we are without a yoga master. Anyone who doesn't use their feet inappropriately is welcome.
The picture taken from inside our vehicle is of a street scene on the outskirts of Colombo, Srilanka. The streets were unusually clean and the traffic well behaved - a far cry from Indian conditions. However, the streets had armed soldiers every 100 metres as we neared Colombo CBD.