" Time stilled. The constant need to spin stilled. Yash watched the scene before him, the power of what he was witnessing overtook his body. Every bit of helplessness that had been dragging at him stilled.
He'd been obsessively practicing the pranayama India had taught him every morning and meditating through the surya namaskar. He'd become addicted to the escape of centering his mind and body as one. That's how this felt, this letting go, this being fully immersed in something out of his control.
It felt good.
Like someone had sliced the ropes tying him up with the sharpest blade. One flick, the cut clean and quick. He was unbound. "

― Sonali Dev , Incense and Sensibility (The Rajes, #3)