XV. Forward.

I'm trying to give the little martian the whole "eat, pray, love" experience of India. Glorified as it may be, it sure does beat my experience of it.

We find ourselves seated on matching pink yoga mats on a freezing Saturday morning.

10 minutes in, contorted in a spinal twist that seems simple enough, my neck starts to cramp up.

We’ve been twisted like this for 30 seconds now, our heads turned back, arms grasping out, desperately aching.

“ you do this for fun?” Says the little martian, beads of sweat collecting on his damp, green forehead

“Yes, it's supposed to help me on my path to enlightenment or something like that”

"you know, the longer I sit here, twisted and staring at the back of the room, the more my chest hurts," he tells me

"I know, it feels almost unnatural. I don't see how this is helping me"

"so look forward instead," he says, with a little smile.