As we sat to pray before we started yoga, almost everyone started getting restless. At that age, no one likes to sit in one place in one position for too long! But even the prayer was much more fun with this batch. Kids have no social inhibitions... no stigmas and no consciousness. They don't hold back. they just do everything to the fullest and their efforts are unrestrained... And when you are with so many kids like that, you become free from within. With unrestrained efforts... no inhibitions. you are just one with the strong energy vibrations surrounding you.
And its fun to watch children doing all those yogasans and making it look just too easy. This batch was noisy and funny... where everyone encouraged each other to do what they are told to, there was an air of exigency and excitement. And before I knew it- an hour had passed, and the rigorous regime has culminated with 20 fast cycles of halasan and paschimotanasan back to back, and it was finally time for shavasana for recovery... where no one could close their eyes, or lie still. Not even me! I rolled to the side and got up with the others and went down. We all got onto our bicycles and had a small conversation about them and the accidents we have had... I think I made some friends!
Kids are so carefree... so happy. They can forget about their worries and troubles so easily. They ask questions unabashedly, innocently. They don't hide their thoughts. That art is acquired much later in life. Their friendship and companionship is unconditional, unbiased. I realised I was so happy being with them and being like them, that I decided that very instant to attend this class every Saturday evening!
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"They don't hide their thoughts. That art is acquired much later in life. Their friendship and companionship is unconditional, unbiased."
Its taking lots of efforts for me to become unbiased and unconditional.
What accident..?
Oh you know... Kids like to brag about accidents they have had on bicycles, and how much they got hurt and how much pain they have endured...
That kind of stuff... and I still carry scars from accidents all over that refuse to go away and keep reminding me of those mad times!
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