There were anxious moments as we examined the spoils we’d managed to assemble for International Yoga Day. My wife’s yoga mat was worn out in parts. She hadn’t exercised in a while so the mat was used for things it was never intended for — repotting plants, handwashing clothes, drying vegetables for making pickles, bathing the dog. My daughter’s yoga mat was pretty and pink, almost new, but she insisted on its replacement as it was no longer trendy. I’d never owned a yoga mat. And now here was an invitation to participate in a yoga event to which I’d
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