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Finally met my Balshakti gang

 I have two environments where I have friends. In school, and in the Sahajayoga centre. It is a meditation technique for those who don't know. We are making a video of a bhajan for Navratri, and just a few days ago, I met a lot of my friends for practice. We call the kids in Sahajayoga balshakti, btw.

We talked and giggled and ran around. It was very fun and very much wished for, for a long time.

I remember my father holding me in his arms and spinning me around when I was little. I definitely remember how much I loved it.

My favourite thing about meeting them was that now I'm big and strong enough to pick up my younger friends (10 or younger) and spin them around. I love seeing the grins and laughter in their faces. 

Don't worry, I do it safely, the same way my father used to.

This was  a relatively small post for my blog, but I hope you still like it.

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  1. UnknownOctober 21, 2020 at 10:40 PM

    Ashish bhaiya will be happy to read this post and sab. Maango saumya tumhe kya chahiye ;D

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