M is for M-a-g-i-c

M is for Magic. And everything that's connecting to it. Like people fighting for a spot in his event. M Ji, my man. Apparently not only mine. I haven't registered. Yet I will be the one doing the registration in the end. The Magic of this place where you are not choosing but you are being chosen. Like three weeks before when I realize that my teacher had to come to me as I was ready and not the other way around this natural law seems to come pushing through here as it is nature. As it is the place where all the magic is born.

The city has become crowded as we’ve returned two days before. The sun is showing her beautiful face between the rainy clouds of thunderstorms only when we show our blissful faces after the morning practice with him. The view of the heavy clouds between the peaks from the mountains a terrific opener into the day after the class.

Having arrived totally exhausted two days before I find myself in the wrong place inside and out. My heart fragile, my mind unstable I feel myself weepy, close to tears every moment. I wake up at 5am. Again at 8. I get dressed. I need to find another place. My place. A home for the next two months. Settle. Where I feel at ease, happy and relaxed. Space. Going to my tiny coffee shop to get a cappuccino the place is already overcrowded. The first face I see is A. Memories. It’s like the universe is mocking me. Another white girl next to him, they sit across from me. I know her too. He’s showing her his dance videos. What an irony. I laugh and laugh, I cannot stop myself while I share my experience through the phone with my closest. 

Between tears of laughter and crying I go to find a home. And I do. It takes me one fully determined hour and I find myself in the most beautiful luxury apartment that’s hosting all the facilities I was asking for and more. A home. Closets, a desk, coffee table, kitchen, shelves, night stands with drawers, different lighting and a balcony with sunrise view. Across from a person I have known for a long time only I don't know yet that he's in the same space.

Returning to my old place, grabbing my stuff, I have a last confirmingly disturbing exchange with the host and make my way outside when I can already feel the first rain drops on my skin. My luck from that moment on is only starting out for that day. It had when I started to leave the house in the morning and find what I deserve. It takes no more than a minute when a scooty stops and a young Indian looking man asks me if he could take me. There goes my irony of the day. I happily accept as the rain is getting more heavy and my way leads me all the way up to the end of the road. The first encounter of the day that's bringing the magic of this place back to me. The connections, to Georgia, not the last one today. To my wholistic studies. The Ayurveda and the things I'm looking for around here.

Safely arriving I am a bliss ball of excitement, unpacking all my clothes, as the kitchen has already been set up within these few minutes I was away. Settling in I feel like the luckiest person in the universe in this wonderful home. Yet here comes only the beginning. Starting an unexpected yoga session, I become extremely hungry as the time has passed far past noon. I get ready to go to my favorite place which now is only two minutes from my home. I walk up the tiny alley full of construction dust and set myself on a table where another woman is already seated. The next encounter. A similar minded soul who seemed to just have waited for me. Same age, similar background, similar life views, similar spirits. Time is passing fast while we're sharing meals and drinks until my travel twin is calling.

It's slowly become afternoon and she's finished her work. She calls I tell her to come over, see my place and have a coffee at a new bakery shop. And so we do as we tell along as always our experiences from not only even the last 20 hours. Dots connecting again between all our encounters, our experiences like a puzzle perfectly matching every piece. I am so happy for you she says you deserve this.

As we lock my door and turn to go, we see the door next to mine open to the tattoo studio. The guy instantly welcomes us inside, pointing us to sit on his couch, showing us his paintings as we are so curious. His soul is soft, his energy kind, warm and open hearted like all the ones we seem to embrace these days. He's handing us a juice, my favorite. My enthusiasm seems to have gotten into a strong flow today. It takes me no more than two seconds to recognize his stack of books... which they are all the ones I would have picked if I hadn't just brought others the day before. You can take them if you want. I can tell he's a sweet soul from the moment I look into his face and feel his calm energy. Giving, caring, loving, open.  I tell him that I am his neighbor now and that I am looking very much forward to having coffees with him one or more of these days, admiring his art. He's offering to show me places around. A new friend for the two months. I can feel it. Soft, light, easy, kind.

With this extra loving energy we swing out the door and make our way down to the new café where we are once more welcomed with open arms, asked to tell them about whatever we need. Like literally every single person today, offering their services in the name of love. In the name of care. Out of nowhere. All of them reminders, still of NEPAL. Now there it comes pushing through full power. Never Ending Peace And Love. But that was just the beginning. Sipping our coffee, enjoying our sweets, someone I know comes up the street, walking by. Someone I know well and someone I know from far away. I can't believe it, start bursting out, get out of my chair and run up the street behind him. M! I yell and laugh at the same time. He looks at me with the brightest smile across his face, yet not overly surprised. Well hello. Good to see you. He says in his good old manner. It's been two years. Now here we are in India. Living just across from each other. We had talked about this. One day we would meet here. And now we do. He's joining us for an hour of laughter and exchange of what we are all doing and how we got here. My better half is shaking her head. We're connecting in our spiritual journey.

As the afternoon has become evening and I still have not ran my errands I imply to slowly get moving. I show him my apartment too as I am so proud and it is on his way as his is only across the stream from mine. Two minutes walk. We once again go deep diving into the talks standing on my balcony. So much to say after this time. Journey. 

Finally when it's almost getting dark, we split and I run to get dinner and some basic supplies to be able to cook and eat which is not yet to come for me even the next day when it starts of with the same flow as the other one has, apparently the night not interrupting the stream of energy at all, maybe even enhancing it. 

In hectic awareness I lock my door and am already on my way when I see his door open. My kind tattoo neighbor from the day before. We chat for a second but I have to go. Your eyes are beautiful he states before I turn to leave. Coming from him, the eye obsessed painting artist I do take it as a compliment and hope to see him the next day to spend some time.

In the zone, my own zone or better with the flow I fly down the road towards the destination of the day when a hand comes from the back, someone getting next to me. I look up. It’s my friend. My surprise encounter from yesterday, from the home of my heart. So good to see you AGAIN. I smile, I walk, we talk and while I tell him about the once again surprisingly beautiful first hours of my day bringing me here, Master M is directly showing up in front of us. I laugh, touching his shoulder. M number two. M and M. I remember how they are my lucky charm. It’s amazing he’s including you into the community. Yes. I smile you always wanted this. He remembers. He’s right. You are so great at connecting people. It's incredible. I never saw someone like you like this again. His words feel like honey on my soul. Now I remember all that he saw in me. Starting his own journey maybe having drawn some inspiration from mine. So here I am like three weeks before. In the ultimate flow, picked up by M&M. And so I slide in line at the same time into the hotel with him. 

Walking up the stair another long missed face is welcoming me laughingly jumping up and down excited to see me again. That girl that came here, with my friend broken from a story too similar to my own, just when I came out of his class, the first time, sparkling like a star full of energy like she is shining her most beautiful self today, working with him, becoming his ally and friend. A community. Possibly including me. A beautiful crowd, welcoming and full of love I attend the cacao ceremony and the ecstatic dance that I would have avoided if it was for me, having a less exciting Sunday. 

Instead I had agreed when he had asked me to volunteer at his event this morning when we were having breakfast and I see all the dots connecting, lining up. The Sunday class I attend that wasn’t supposed to happen, him asking to join for breakfast and inviting me to help out at the same event that I knew I would see her again. Now I can see that I wasn’t the only one with the urge to hug him when he is throwing her up in the sky when we arrive or the couple interrupting us in the café is eager to embrace him exactly like me the first day I meet him individually. He’s radiating it out into the world just like the quick kiss he's putting on my head when I’m getting water at the dance. He's not that unreachable, untouchable yogi master who wants his students to be scared of him or praise him . He's sharing his knowledge with everyone who's willing to learn, building a large community. Just exactly like my dream. He’s that warm person you want to have around as your friend and so he’s already connected parts of mine. Giving me advice for how I could prepare myself for the next months, offering more activities including my favorite one. Ganga dipping. Fitting another puzzle piece into the picture of my life; reconnecting to my time in the Himalayas that made me so fragile, leaving me in awe. And him. My crémant. My heart opener who’s energy I felt all over me during the dance today. A similar warmth, kindness and fun personality like Master M‘s. Lucky enough for me returning with my soft heart for this boy, going back to my personal trainer finding it resembled in him. The closeness, the openness to come together as friends. Share, learn and love together.