Friday 22 March 2013

Groomed girls

We've naturally formed a mean girls gang at the ashram. We shun mid day Hindu lectures for sitting at the health  hut with as many vegan smoothies as possible, chatting about nail polish and what style bikini wax we prefer. Did you know that Spanish girls ask for something for the Hitler? We had to draw diagrams to understand it.
 It was easy to tell our new friends apart from everyone else. Once Ro had loudly announced in dinner queue that she hated people with dreadlocks, the others fell away from us like dead skin to reveal our NBFs with top knots and turn ups on their styled yoga pants. One even got chucked out of class for wearing shorts. It was such an antiodote from the sanctimonious others at the ashram. We were fed up of being told that it was an ashram not a resort, to use our inside voices, and that i couldn't have the overhead fan turned on above me during yoga. Have you ever seen someone cry because they are so uncomfortable with sweat? No? Well you obviously haven't been on holiday with me yet.



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