A ode to my beloved yoga mat

A Lost Gaiam

“Relax, breathe, you are in a safe place.”
“You will not hurt me, will you?.. Will you take me to my buddy? I can’t find her, I am not home, this is not home. I am .. I am lost.

Tell us about yourself. Who are you? What’s your name?
I am Gaiam. I am a yoga mat. I live with my buddy and now I don’t seem to find her anywhere. I remember it was a chilly day in the winter of 2015, she walked into the Earthbound store at Broughton Street in Savannah, Georgia. I had just arrived a few hours back, barely breathing after getting that plastic off my body, my journey was long. I heard them say they will wrap me again if they don’t have a home for me.
I saw her walk around, she looked so poised. I knew then that I wanted her to take me home. She walked past me, turned back and touched me. We had our first touch. I was the happiest that night, my cheeks flushing red. The blocks, the belt and the blanket, they all teased me and were envious of my future. She looked through a couple of my fellow travelers until she finally picked me. And here I am now, why am I here? Where is my buddy? Could you please find her for me?

Why did take you home? What’s your use to her?
I remember her telling her friend how much she is attached to me. Her mother had called her one day, worried as she was, she wanted buddy to take some time off for herself. She wanted her to start yoga, they are Indians you know. I am an accessory to her, she keeps me rolled inside her cupboard when she isn’t using me for yoga. I like it when it’s cold and I am bundled up but I tend to get really warm in summers. She makes sure she keeps me cool. I usually don’t travel with her when she has school but I go to her studio at least twice a week. I love it! I get to meet Jade, Manduka and other Gaiams. We have the best conversations. We all love our buddies a lot.
She is very possessive of me. This one day someone asked her if they could borrow me and she said no. I like that about her. She keeps me clean and in shape. In return, I make sure she doesn’t slip when she doing her asanas (poses). I supported her in her first headstand and she still owes me that.

What is so special about you?
Unlike her earlier purchases, I am a long-term friend to her. I have never judged how she looks. I always support her in all circumstances and make sure I am there for her when she is having mood swings. I have always been there for her, in her highs and lows. I have always given her positive vibes. She says I make her feel closer to the earth, closer to reality and closer to her inner self. I have never let her know when I am feeling depressed, she doesn’t need to know that. This one time I fell in her room, hit my head on the floor and I was lying there all day till she got back home. I even got into a fight with the blue Gaiam at SCAD Studio last week. She had taken my spot and was in my way, laying around at a wrong angle, blocking my view of the instructor.

What is the one thing you want to tell her which you never could?
I want to tell her that she has changed my life. My life was all about traveling in boxes from one place to another. I spent most of my life in warehouses, wrapped, hugging five other strangers in the box. She gave me a life, an identity and made me feel like I was a part of her life. She valued me like no one else did. I remember being thrown around when no one had a place for me. They sold me to different buyers until that lucky day when she found me. I love to be owned by her.

We are trying to find her for you. Do you remember the last place you saw her?
It’s a faded memory. I don’t remember exactly where I was. I remember she was wiping me, harder than usual. I had a ton of scars but she was bent on trying to fix me, unknown to the fact that my scars were permanent. She spoke on the phone for long hours, I think she was arguing with her mother. She carried me from room to room. I did get an awkward feeling, I just didn’t think it would be the last time I would see that house. We drove to some place which did not look like her usual studio. She touched me while driving, caressing me from time to time. It felt like a short journey but I believe it wasn’t one, only because I enjoyed her company, her being there, for me, only for me. I had all her attention. We got out of the car. I do not remember anything after that. Do you know where I could possibly be? Maybe she just forgot to take me with her.

*After a few minutes, another stranger walks in and whispers something in his ear*

Gaiam, are you here with me?
Yes, I am here. What did that man say to you? Did you find her for me?

I want you to come here and hold my hand. I know this is tough but it’s okay. It’s a part of life.
What is it? Why don’t you tell me clearly?

Gaiam, you are not lost. You were donated*

The End.

Giga mapping a yoga mat

Giga mapping a yoga mat

Escape. Run. Evacuate.

Escape. Run. Evacuate. 

That's all I heard through my last few days in Savannah before the hurricane forced us to leave. 
Leaving is never too easy. It brings back all the memories. I was paranoid, I was sad. I did not know what sight I would come back to.
I have been jabbering about experiences and I must say, bad experiences always teach you more than the good ones. All thanks to Hurricane Matthew, it twisted all my work and travel plans, tossing me to another city. I lay back on my uncomfortable Greyhound seat heading to Atlanta, a million thoughts running in my head. It was my first time into this city, with one bag on me - precisely carrying two pairs of clothes. 

Life in one picture

I wasn’t prepared for this. No one was prepared for this. You don’t always have a plan B you know. Learning the hard way, here is what I learnt from this experience.

I learnt the importance of having good friends in life, to make quick life changing decisions, to have faith in God and to believe that good things will always happen to good people.

I am fortunate to be safe and sound, still typing away my notes, hoping this never happens again. On the other side, my heart reaches out to all those lives lost in Haiti and beyond. 

As for Savannah, 
Savannah is love, Savannah will always be love.

Craving sees no time day or night

Post-lunch hunger war begins again, I am fighting with my gut and it is answering back. It’s angry again. I am praying inside, asking it to stop cursing me *Blep* (and it goes again). I cannot give anything to it; I just ate lunch- I am thinking. My thought process has changed. I am thinking deep and blurry, I realise that I want something super sweet - It’s funny that the craving increases as you think more about it. Hate it.
It’s a really hot day and a pain to head out - just to shut my gut up. I decided to rush out, in search of the sweet-god - something good enough to kill this craving. What do I have? - I look around places specially bakeries and cafes, everything looks so filling yet tempting. I am not a sweet-"loving" person plus I don’t want to spend on some ridiculously expensive “sweets” right after lunch.

Talking about experiences.
Spotted - Baked By Melissa - perfectly designed for such mini cravings at odd times of the day (Keep an ice-cream tub at hand for nights). From their ultra-mini cupcakes to the super cute macarons, the bakery is magical. They serve you with these tiny joys for as low as $1 just to strike off that sweet-tooth at moments like these. Apart from that, there are bigger versions too and party packs and gift packs and what not.

Don’t you just love the idea behind it?
Loved the concept, the store and the minis. Check out if it’s there in your city for a melt-in-mouth experience.

They look delicious, don't they?