When I think back to my school and college days, the word “yoga” meant only one thing to me—physical exercise. It was all about bending and stretching, staying fit, and maybe finding some calm in the process. I saw it as something you did on a mat, in the early morning hours, before rushing off to face the world. It was helpful, yes, but somehow it felt limited—like it only scratched the surface of something much deeper. That understanding changed for me in the most unexpected way— through books. I came across the writings of Sri Aurobindo, and his words lit a quiet fire within me. As I read, I began to feel that yoga was not just about what the body could do—it was about how the soul could grow. His words, “All life is yoga,” echoed in my mind, gently but firmly shifting my perspective. I realized that yoga wasn’t confined to a space or a posture. It was a way of life.