Yoga se hoga… pr yoga kaise hoga? (It will happen by yoga- but how will yoga happen?)

If you have ever tried starting yoga, you know the struggle: motivation fades, and mats gather dust. For me, yoga was always on my bucket list, but what I needed was the intent to start.

Then something unexpected happened.

My yoga group formed an unusual trio: my 80-year-old mother, my niece visiting from the USA, and me. Every morning at 6:30 am, we gathered not in the garden but in front of our TV to tune into live yoga sessions by Saurabh Bothra.

And guess what?

Yoga did happen.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was consistent.

We stretched, laughed, and even dozed off in shavaasan, but slowly, breath by breath, a habit was born.

Because sometimes all it takes is showing up together.

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