Took a solo trip to a quiet retreat near Kotagiri. No phone, only birds and burnt-orange sunrises. Came back and my students said I was calmer. Sometimes rest is the real workout.

Those '7-day flat tummy' tea reklams are daylight robbery. No tea melts fat, only consistency does. If a product promises a shortcut to your body, it's selling you a lie in nice packaging.

31, unmarried, and every wedding I attend is an interrogation about mine. I teach women to hold difficult poses without shaking — turns out holding your ground against relatives needs the same core strength.

People come to my class for abs and leave talking about their divorces, their bosses, their loneliness. The body opens up and the heart follows. I've become half instructor, half therapist, and I don't mind.

Reminder from your friendly Kovai yoga teacher: you don't need a fancy gym or protein powder to start. A mat, a wall, and 20 honest minutes. I started at home in a nightie, now I teach 40 people. Just begin.