Destiny gently steered me back to the very thing I tried to escape.
I was born in Chennai, the city where Krishnamacharya, the root of nearly every serious yoga lineage practised today, spent his final years and built his Yoga Mandiram. I grew up in a Brahmin family that kept a temple, attended a Jiddu Krishnamurti Foundation school, studied Sanskrit until grade ten, and first found myself doing difficult postures with ease in a second-grade yoga class.
For most of my early life I resisted all of it. Enamoured with the West, I wanted a different kind of life and spent years pushing against my own roots. Life had other plans. It led me into the field I was trying to leave, and I have been grateful ever since.
This work is my swadharma, my calling. It led me to the most incredible places, and to the people I was meant to serve.
As a teenager I studied Indian philosophy at the Vedanta Academy. In my twenties I travelled to the source of Ashtanga in Mysore. At twenty-three I crossed East Africa from Kenya to Tanzania, teaching yoga to refugee women through UN projects, in orphanages and sober houses. I have taught four-year-olds and pensioners, in shalas and in boardrooms. In 2023 I moved to South Africa to keep doing the one thing I was clearly meant to do: help people who struggle with stillness find control of body and mind.
My story, filmed at Stillpoint Yoga London
