Tears, Yearnngs, Yoga - Three

Part Three - Yoga
21st March 2009 - Iranian New Year, Tehran Suburbs
-hey!
-late as usual?
-people never change! How have you been? It's a long time!
-good! I have somehow managed! you have lost weight?
-yes, and you have gained them.
-alcohol
-since when you are drinking?
-since I left! it helps. what did you do to manage?
-yoga!

He drove me off to my brother's house, we shook hand and I walked off. I went right up to lunch table, that was set,  and spent rest of the afternoon semi-present with my family. When we reached my father's house where I stayed in Iran, I went right up to my luggage, grabbed my yoga mat and started my routine. I kept going until my breath was so heavy and my heart rate was so high that I thought I am gonna pass out! I lied there still and meditated for the next 45minutes.
It helps, it does a much better job than alcohol, I guess. Over the one and half year that had passed, I had just toggled in between yoga and work. I have no memory of those months, I don't recall, where I went, what I did, whom I met, but I remember minute details of practices and drills I took up. I remember details of books, articles, and videos I watched. I remember my instructors, their words and corrections, I remember how I gradually and slowly managed to transform the fat mass I was carrying around into a muscle mass, with flexibility I wished to gain. I even remember how I practiced breathing for hours during long night walks. I somehow found my peace and tranquility n yoga.
Let tears come, let yearnings create imaginary voices, I have my yoga to keep going.