“Now, VayuMukt-Asana”, our Guru, clad in barely-there spandex, led us.
Watching her , I wonder if she has a spine. Her ribs poke out as she gets into position. I wonder if she has any flesh.
The Guru’s stare brings me back to my lumpy self. I contort into… a ball of cotton. That’s the best I can do.
“To find my inner chakras”, “To open my third eye”, “For Inner peace”, my classmates responded when asked why they wanted to learn yoga. Me? I just want to find my bones.
“Next, we are going to do the “SuckYourOwnTail-asana”.
I quit.
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This exactly 100 word story is written in response to the 100 word photo challenge and “double-dare” posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field each week.
Click on the ‘blue frog’ below to read other amazing takes, that fellow Friday Fictioneers have, on the same photo prompt.
Roots & Water 