Terrence Higgs (readyour) wrote in thedepository, @ 2010-02-07 03:17:00 |
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Standing barefoot with his arms crossed tightly against his chest and a quizzical look stuck to his face, Terrence stared down an enormous bronze statue of the fat bastard they insisted on calling Buddha around here. The statue sat impressively upon an elaborate altar in the back of the room, flanked by rows of burning incense that breathed the scent of sandalwood and bergamot into the air. Though he tried, he still could not get over the depiction of Siddhartha Gautama as a laughing mountain of flesh. Was this really the image people walked away with when they heard he believed life was suffering and starved as he wandered throughout India? He shook his head a little in disapproval before giving the statue's rotund belly a pity pat and whispering. "It's not your fault, mate. They see what they want to see." He went over to his rented mat and took a seat, watching as more people slowly filtered into the candlelit studio for the yoga class that was scheduled. This was virgin territory for Terrence, who had never given the discipline serious consideration until now. He came tonight on a whim, desperate for something to distract him from the overwhelming urge to smoke. It had been the three longest days of his life since he swore off cigarettes. He was on the verge of bowing to the addiction when he grabbed his gym bag and came to this place instead. |