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  🧘‍♀️ MY FAVORITE YOGA SESSION FLOW 🔥 1. Warm-Up Routine Head Rotation Shoulder Rotation Hip Rotation Toe Touching – 14 counts Hand Across Knee – 5 counts (or breaths) Ankle Rotation Hand Rotation (dynamic) Standing Asanas: Vrikshasana Garudasana Tadasana Utkatasana Virabhadrasana Surya Namaskara (3–5 rounds) Relaxation Pause 🧘‍♀️ 2. Chest Activation Sequence Half Push-ups – 30 counts Bhujangasana – 30 seconds Jumps – 30 counts Standing Crunches – 30 counts Hand Rotations – 30 counts Claps – 30 counts Shoulder Opener – 30 seconds 🧘 3. Core & Asana Practice Core Strengthening: Leg Lifting (one leg) Leg Lifting (alternate) Both Legs Up Together – 15 counts Cycling (forward & reverse) Navasana Plank Side Planks Crunches (lying down) Supine & Inversion Series: Pavanamuktasana Sarvangasana Urdhva Padmasana Rolling (forward/backward & ...

 We come home after a long time, and there she is… making everything feel just right. Our sun-kissed clothes, kept safely inside, are neatly placed in their usual spot — as if they’ve been patiently waiting for us. And then there are our cups… the ones we always use for chai and coffee — already set out, like they missed us too. She even keeps a separate strainer ready, just the way I like it. I still remember how she once got me that chai strainer just because she noticed the little way I strain my tea. Such a small thing… but it means so much. And she doesn’t stop there — she’ll say, “Try this chai leaves, I felt you might like it,” keeping it ready so I can enjoy something new. There were many times she told me not to add ginger every day — someone had said it’s not good. I never really stopped, so she would quietly hide it, hoping I’d feel too lazy to search for it and skip it. But later, when she understood it’s okay for me, she made fresh ginger powder and kept it right next...

 From around 2015 to 2018, my weight was between 48–50 kg, and I never really had to think much about it. Later, my weight gradually increased and reached around 62 kg. That’s when I slowly started becoming more conscious of my body and how I felt physically. I am not a doctor, and I honestly didn’t have exact knowledge about how much protein is required or how it scientifically impacts conditions like PCOD/PCOS, menstrual cycles, or hormones such as cortisol and serotonin. However, I have learned about these through podcasts, reading online, MSc Yoga Therapy and Counseling classes and exploring platforms like ChatGPT—where doctors and experts often explain the importance of protein, fibre, magnesium, creatine, urolithin, and so on. Based on this understanding, I started planning my meals to include a balanced mix of cereals, lentils, vegetables, and other whole foods. What I do know, from my own experience, is this: This lifestyle has helped me feel happier, fitter, and more...

Every morning holds a small sacred rhythm for me😇 I have my morning ritual — a few quiet practices that anchor me before the day begins. It is my time of stillness, my gentle discipline, my way of aligning myself before stepping into responsibilities. But some mornings, before I can complete it, I hear him. “Amma… Amma…” And just like that, my ritual pauses. Yet strangely, I do not feel annoyed. Even though it is my cherished practice, even though I wake up with the intention of completing it fully, when he calls me, there is no frustration in my heart. No “why now?” No irritation. Only a soft surrender🤗 I walk to him and lie beside him, telling him I had just stepped away for a moment. Before I can settle fully, his tiny arms circle around me — tight, protective, as if he is afraid, I might disappear again. In that embrace, I am no longer a woman with responsibilities waiting in the kitchen. I am simply his Amma. In that embrace, my ritual does not feel interrupted. ...

 I don’t know how you understand the physics of pressure so perfectly — as if even the tiniest shift, an inch, half a centimetre, softly announces my absence to you. The moment I move, you stir. You lift your little face, half-open those sleepy eyes, and check… your tiny finger reaching out to touch my cheek, just to make sure I am still there. How do you know? I don’t know how much circus I have to perform to slide away from the bed once you finally fall asleep. However slowly I lift my arm, however carefully I shift my weight, however quietly I try to sneak out — you always know. You always know. Is it the warmth disappears? Is it the rhythm of my breathing changing? Or is it the scent of my body that tells you I am no longer beside you? How do you sense my absence so instantly, so surely? It is annoying. Deeply, deeply annoying. And yet… it also means that even half a centimetre of distance feels too much for you. It is only the waiting chores that make it feel annoying — I know...

 If there is anything in this world that can make me fall asleep in minutes, seconds, nanoseconds — my elixir, my tonic, my sweetest magic — it is sleeping on Puttu’s lap. My hands wrapped around his tiny, delicate body. His little palms softly patting my cheeks again and again, planting sudden kisses now and then. That warm baby scent all around me. And in his most serious little voice he says, “Don’t worry, Amma, I’m here with you. I’ll make you fall asleep, aathaa.” Within seconds, I begin to drift. And just when sleep slowly starts covering me, he gently lifts my eyelids and whispers, “Don’t be scared, Amma. Wait, I’ll go get my Gandhiva.” He carefully places my head back on the divan, runs off, returns like a mighty warrior, and repeats his dialogue. With intense concentration, he uses his Shabdavedhi and defeats the very annoying Brahma rakshasa. After a dramatic silence he announces proudly, “See, Amma! Now the sound has stopped. You can hear no sound. That means my Gandhiva...

 There were days when I didn’t even realise the importance of keeping my things back in place — my comb, my washed and folded clothes — neatly, every single day. I wouldn’t clear or tidy up because I never woke up at the time I promised myself. So I rushed, dropped things wherever, and ran out of the house. By the end of the week or month, everything looked so messy! But his place… it always remained the same — calm, neat, unchanged. MonkMan gently told me, “If you keep things tidy every day, this big clean-up won’t come at all.” I ignored it at first — how can anyone do these tiny tidy-ups every day?! But he kept advising me, calmly and patiently, to just try. I tried for a few days and gave up again. He said, “Try once more.” It took me some time… but now I set everything in place daily. I don’t have separate wardrobe-cleaning, kitchen-cleaning, or fridge-cleaning days anymore. I do a little every day — and it feels so relieving. There’s a sense of calmness, no disorder, and even...