that yoga session gone wrong

Their eyes were unbelievably wide as they witnessed their long-time friend and coworker writhe and twist on the cold tile floor, groaning in unprecedented pain, they could easily tell. Nadia, the genius computer freak – although still a teenager – sitting on the chair next to the door was surprisingly the only one to react to the horrific sight. At that moment it was as if everything else had stilled around them – not even the computers made those strange, buzzing noises that announced new e-mails. The seizure had been short and Nadia had jumped on the ground next to her friend to restrain her, because beside that and calling an ambulance there wasn't much for her to do to help.

They waited with their hearts in their throats for the diagnostic that apparently took its sweet time. So when James McCauley, Amelia's lab partner and confider, announced that the doctors considered the incident to be an attempt at suicide, everyone else was stunned speechless.

I remember waiting behind an old woman, age around sixty, perhaps, and in front of me were other ten applicants. I know I mentally cursed Nadia's forgetfulness then, because if she had remembered to check my e-mail (I'm not a technology-geek at all, hence I chose chemistry) I would have known about this amazing opportunity sooner and the classes wouldn't have been delayed.

But then I met him. Eyes atypically blue, dark complexion, thin eyebrows, and a warm, calculated expression that could intimidate even the most terrifying tiger. Our guru, Natesh, was an American of Indian descent. The way he talked, he could have just as well been practicing sorcery. His words were haunting, daunting, stimulating, and his moves were flawless. When he moved from Urdhva Mukha Svanasana to Adho Mukha Svanasana, he made me melt from just the awe-inspiring sight. It was probably the way he explained everything so confidently, his elegant gestures, the way he said "Namaste". He could steal attention with just the twitch of his upper lip.

I was hooked.

Nadia became increasingly worried that I would get fired because of my lack of attention at work, but I had started to hate chemistry and working in a lab, and became a yoga-follower instead. It filled my entire free time with it. Vaguely, perhaps I was aware that my strange infatuation with yoga had nothing to do with meditation or the testing of my flexibility on a yoga mat. Maybe if I hadn't been myself I would have realized that the reason why I did ten Sun Salutations every morning was Natesh, the exotic man that made my skin tremble whenever he flaunted his ideal body in an Eka Pada Rajakapotasana pose.

I became self-conscious.

Was I too fat? I did have any extra fat on my belly, and oh my, did my hips suddenly look bigger? Out of the blue I wanted to become this perfectly self-controlled, striking woman. I knew I needed to lose weight and master the Yoga poses to impress. It wasn't about my job anymore, it wasn't about my life, it was about him.

I grew obsessed.

The next time I opened my eyes in the morning, he still hadn't noticed me. The pills I took, they didn't do anything else than to make me lose weight. The diets, the countless lost nights that took for me to master Ashtanga Vinyasa Yoga were useless. At the end of the day I was left with a hungry, tortured stomach, but also with a strong will to continue training. And I trained until all the poses became as easy as breathing air. As easy as watching him breathe.

We couldn't be more different, yet I still tried to stand out during our sessions. Everyone else noticed and congratulated me on my remarkable progress, but he only said, "Good job." He said it to everyone. He said, "Namaste." Before he left the room, Natesh told us all, "I'll see you all tomorrow."

And then I saw him meet and kiss some young girl.

Nadia wasn't worried anymore. The way James had worded it, Amelia had done nothing else but overstress her body with pills. Of course Nadia knew about the mysterious guru that had pushed her best friend in all the wrong direction, so it was sensible to think that the reason Amelia had lost so many pounds all of a sudden was a combination of diet pills and working out.

Yoga.

Holding the hand of a now sleeping Amelia, Nadia wondered how this tragic love story would end. She wondered, would it ever end? When Amelia woke up, she'd still be intimately connected to yoga, as she'd been from that first yoga session that had ultimately gone terribly wrong, but would she be able to give him up?

And in the end, did it even matter?

A/N: just a quick something that crossed my mind. could have been a lot deeper, but I wanted to make it shorter and a bit foggy.
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