My Story — The Roots of YogAbhyashala

About five years ago, something inside me began to stir. On the outside, life seemed fine — a stable routine, certain achievements, and the kind of stability I thought I should be grateful for. But inside, there was a quiet unrest, a constant questioning of purpose and meaning. I realised I wasn’t truly fulfilled, yet I had lost touch with what would bring me joy.

That inner questioning eventually became overwhelming, pulling me into one of the darkest phases of my life. I felt disconnected, exhausted, and unable to function as I once could — like I was slowly sinking with no clear way back to the surface.

On my psychiatrist’s advice to pause and heal, I set out for Rishikesh — a choice that became a turning point in my life.

I wasn’t just seeking rest — I was seeking answers beyond Western medicine. What I found was a traditional yoga school, and within just a week of intense yogic training, I began feeling shifts. My mind slowed down. I was able to listen, to focus, to socialize again. And within a month, I began to feel like myself again — or maybe for the first time ever.

Yoga didn’t just “help” — it realigned me. It reconnected me to my breath, my body, and my truth.

As I kept practicing, I began to see my patterns clearly. I had been living in a world that didn’t align with my inner nature — a world obsessed with productivity, speed, luxury, and outward validation. Slowly, yoga showed me what my world looked like: quiet mornings, nourishing breath, meaningful connection, and slow, authentic growth.