My Tryst with Yoga

A fateful encounter with the first family of yoga

- Rita Chhablani

I was married at 19, while still in college. With dreams in my eyes, I went to Delhi. I did so want to be a Professor of English. But that was not to be. With two little boys by the time was I was 24, I remember we had gone to Kashmir, Jannat, for a holiday. And this is where I started believing in serendipity. Destiny. Kismet. Call it what you may. One morning just like that my husband and I read an interesting article in the newspaper about The Yoga Institute. "Hey, did you know, Bombay girl, this Yoga Institute exists in Bombay in Santa Cruz?" my husband remarked. I pleaded ignorance. Subsequently, into my hands came a book on Asanas left by the previous occu