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During practice today, I was wriggling my way into Gharba Pindasana when my 67 year-old teacher Saraswathi's cell phone rang. In Gharba Pindasana, once you're in full lotus with your arms jammed into your legs and your head in your hands, you hold the pose for five breaths and then roll up and down on your rounded back while spinning in a circle. This requires some kind of core strength that I am yet to have, so usually Saraswathi helps me by lightly holding both of my knees and rocking me back and forth. This time she was only holding one of my knees at first because her other hand was tied up holding her cell phone. She was speaking Kannada to whoever was on the other end, but from the tone of her voice it sounded like the kind of pleasant, funny conversation that is the product of a long-term friendship between two mothers whose children have grown up together. I was already smiling a little at the situation, but when her face assumed a this-is-not-working-at-all expression and she said the Kannada equivalent of "Hold on a sec" and put the phone down to use both hands on me, I started laughing and she laughed with me through the whole contorted 360 degrees of rocking. On top of all of this the experience was very blurry because I recently started practicing without glasses or contacts.

The fact that she not only had her phone in the shala with the ringer on during morning practice, but answered it and spoke loudly into it while continuing to adjust and help students is an example of what I love about studying yoga here. At the end of my practice I am not told by a soft-spoken ponytailed schmo to, "Thank [myself] for making time for class today." At the very most, as I exit the shala I will hear, "You! Tomorrow coming 7:30!"

And now... pictures: