“Not that, my friend,” he consoled
me. “That’s just the new cactus I
have planted.”
I let out a sigh of relief.
“They have been here since
hundreds of years,” he said.
“The cactus?” I asked.
“No, no, no,” he said trying to
sound more convincing, “The
aliens!”
“Have they?” I asked trying to look interested in the topic.
“Oh! Yes,” he replied. “Have you heard of Area 51? Erich von
Daniken?”
I needed a whiskey now. I did not know about these entities and
I had no desire to know them either.
“Come,” he said, making his way into the living room. “Make
yourself comfortable and I show you a video about the aliens
around the world.”
He showed me eight. At the end of it, as I left his house, I kept on
darting over my shoulder lest I was approached by a very thin
green individual with huge slanted eyes and a conical face. Since
that day, I also have an aversion to the colour green.
It might interest the reader to know that I have had few of these
experiences. They have not made me any wiser but they have
definitely made me wary because topics like these jump out at you
unexpectedly; even around the smooth corners of life.
Yoga is supposedly a “smooth” and soothing experience. It
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