The aircon hit me like a cool blast as I stepped off the tarmac into the terminal. It was May and the Indian summer was in full swing. The pilot had reported a temperature of 99 degrees Fahrenheit, and I fully believed him. I had landed in Coimbatore, a small, industrious city in South India. My final destination was about 25 miles away, an ashram tucked away in the embrace of a forested mountain.
Sixty minutes later, the cab came to a halt on a pathway and my bumpy ride came to an end. I was expecting a board that said "Isha Yoga Center," but instead, my eyes were greeted by thickly wooded forest around me.