I began practicing at around 15. I grew up believing in karma, as the Bhagavad Gita describes it: do your work honestly and trust the journey. Even as a girl, I felt there must be something anyone could do, young or old, strong or weak, that would keep a person healthy and steady. It took me years to understand that the answer was yoga.

My first guru was the one who truly set me on this path. In the early years, yoga for me was mostly about staying fit. Only later did I understand what lay underneath, and the real science behind it: yoga works on the mind as much as the body. Some days it eased my physical pain. Other days it was the only thing that could quiet my overthinking mind after a hard day. Through the good and the difficult, yoga has stayed with me.

Becoming a mother changed everything again. Pregnancy introduced me to prenatal yoga, and it made that whole chapter far more manageable. The months that followed, through nursing and recovery, brought challenges no one could fully explain to me. Once again, yoga helped in ways I did not expect. That is the real reason I trained and certified in prenatal and postnatal teaching. It was never planned; it simply felt like the right next step.

Moving to the United States opened another chapter. I learned from many teachers here and began blending my traditional roots with modern techniques. Today I teach in studios, workplaces and community spaces, and my feeling for yoga has not changed at all. It has been with me as a daughter, a wife and a mother, and I know it will walk with me for the rest of my life.