He and his wife have been visiting New Orleans for several months, staying with their daughter-in-law and son, a Tulane doctor.
If he is not deep in meditation, Mr. Singh gives me a wave. Last week, he motioned for me to join him. So, I sat cross-legged for 10 minutes while he chanted oms. Mr. Singh does a few easy calisthenics, too, and always encourages me to enjoy his healthy lifestyle. He doesn't understand what I mean when I say I'm going to the gym to lift weights and get on the treadmill. If I love my cat, he says, I should not eat meat.
|Mr. Sing demonstrating the crow pose.|
I've tried to explain to Mr. Singh what it is I do - marketing, PR and journalism - where there are constant deadlines. He nods and says, "I see," making a clicking sound with his tongue. I'm not sure what that means either. He used to be an insurance salesman in India.
|Mr. Singh reaching for the sky.|
Mr. Singh has seen me returning from movie matinees at the Prytania Theatre with my 95-year-old landlord. I told him Ralph needs to get out more. "So, you do social work too," he said. (I'm not sure if he was kidding.) He wants us to come by for tea, but Ralph is skeptical.
Sometime before he returns to India, Ralph and I surely will join him and his wife at British teatime.
|My cat Sami showing off her own personal yoga pose.|