I was shopping one day at my favourite fruit stall in Adyar one day in 1980, in the days prior to such things as plastic bags, plastic bottles, etc.
So my fruit was put into paper bags and as she handed them to me I noticed that they had been handmade from someones old A4 notes written in a distinctive green ink.
S’funny I thought, as that looks familiar writing/drawing and sure enough it was my own notes from my personal lessons with Desikachar.
Somehow my original notes had worked their way from being written up by me, to the waste paper basket in my apartment, and via my cook, to a paper bag maker, to be resold to the street vendors.
A curious juxtaposition to find my bananas enveloped by Yoga teachings on vinyāsa krama.