Openings. Didn’t wanna miss out on the #mysore love-in.
Openings. Didn’t wanna miss out on the #mysore love-in.
Openings. Didn’t wanna miss out on the #mysore love-in.
Older man watching his grandson in the barber’s chair, me, and a business man reading the paper sitting respectively. This memory’s a keeper.
A man wearing a helmet is sitting on a red scooter in a busy street setting. The mood appears casual and relaxed as he poses for the photo.
I think this would make Steve Jobs smile. #mysore
Hot shower after practice, kind landlord, Kapo first try. Masala dosa brekkie, grocery shopping. Visit to Dr Jag later. Life is simple & good.
It’s 7:15am and I just watched a tutorial on the booty pop. I need to look more closely at my life choices.
Home sweet home. Back in my apartment from last season. Oh, so happy.
Brr! Chilly this mornin’! Gonna go warm up to the Boss’s count. TGIP (thank god it’s primary), everyone.
Rain. Chai. Lovely, peace.
And all of a sudden, the tune of that Gotye track started playing in my head. The bastardized lyrics “You’re just the body that I used to know” remained from the time I started to reach back in the last of my postures to the time I got off that mat.