Autobiography Of A Yogi Novels & Stories

I was riding the edge again, toes starting to curl against his back, the tension winding tighter in me. Theo leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath fell hot on me. He whispered lowly which was vibrating through me like a caress. "It is because I conserve energy as much as I can... I am a yogi... remember..." The way he said that, in a 'sweet-lover boy' type tone, it just made me shiver down my spine, and as his tongue flicked my earlobe, he was also grinding his hips in a way—as if he was emphasizing every syllable he'd whispered in my ear.

I told myself I was just going for a stretch… A little indulgence, a way to feel my body outside the hum of the house and the quiet monotony of my husband’s distracted presence. Yoga seemed harmless. Relaxing. Healing. But the first moment I stepped into that dimly lit studio, I realized this wasn’t going to be ordinary.

He booked everything, saved as much money as much as he could, said goodbye to life as he had known it and the next thing he know, he was in India doing his yoga teacher training. India was a huge culture shock for him but being very adaptable by nature, He was fully open to embracing their ways, immersing himself in their ancient wisdom and living as they did. It was the start of the most amazing life-changing, mind opening experience for him. By the time his training was over, something profound had shifted within him. He always say that his trip to India is the chapter of his life in which he consider himself to have been spiritually reborn. He didn’t want to return to Lebanon, He just co

I found a spare key and opened Calix’s door. Yogi had fallen asleep by the bedside. There were traces of tear marks on his cheeks. I gently carried him and put him on the bed. Yogi was deep in sleep and twitched slightly. I was so heartbroken that I hugged him even tighter. He could not speak and kept everything to himself. But he knew how to discern between right and wrong. Otherwise, he would not be angry when he saw me with Sky. After I put Yogi on the bed, he woke up. He frowned and shoved me. He then sat on the bed, forcing me to step back.

Marvin frowned. "What happened? Someone hit you?" Yogi looked ashamed and said, "Don't bring it up. Didn't I become a personal guard for the young master of the Steinfield family? Previously, Miss Steinfield went to the Lunar Moon Hut to treat her sickness and almost got injured. Then, a man rescued her!

I was on the verge of a breakdown when I suddenly saw Ava posting in my gym members' group, asking if anyone wanted to do yoga with her. "Working out is so boring. All you ever see are those cold machines. Anyone wanna do yoga with me instead? The poses feel so much better." Neal replied almost instantly, "I'm in!" I just felt sick to my stomach, reading the subtext in Ava's messages. I was about to disband the group chat when another message from her popped up.

As if he was ready for these reactions, Vansh nodded his head in agreement. "He seems close to fifty, damn it" cursing, Shana looks so shocked to digest the information. "Yes, because he maintains himself very well. He wakes up exactly at four in the morning, does yoga for two hours and eats only fruits. He drinks scared water of Holy Ganga, which surrounds his isolated cottage" informing them the secret of the priest's fitness, Vansh directs his attention toward the priest who was handed the horoscope of Anubhav and Avni.

breath of warm air. I made short work of spreading out my mat, hoping that when all else failed, yoga and meditation would help make me feel more centred. Right now, I'd try anything to make my brain stop overthinking the events of last night. I couldn't have been more wrong. It was a struggle to clear my thoughts during meditation, and I grew angry when my mind kept wandering back to the sleeping Greek god who was still in bed. Finally giving up on meditating, I began my yoga routine. I was halfway through when I could feel eyes watching my every move. I was in the plough pose when he finally cleared his throat to get my attention. Slowly lowering my legs, I fixed my gaze on him. "Yoga?" G

To get comfortable I placed a pillow below my head and the soothing weather was the perfect one accompanying me in passing some me time. I started the book and it was about a saint who traveled the corners of India just to get the inside peace. The book was so fantastically written and the experiences he got by meeting one and another person about mysticism and spirituality really blown my mind away. The things he wrote about his spiritual experiences created goosebumps on my hand. I was so inside the book that I hardly realize someone was watching and reading with me too.