I was born and brought up in the lap of the Himalayas, in Nepal—where the mountains breathe silence and the sky feels close enough to touch. Long before I understood the word spirituality, something within me already knew its rhythm. The seed was there, quietly waiting.

My conscious journey into yoga began in 2016, when I found Isha Foundation. I arrived hesitant and guarded, yet life has a way of guiding us exactly where we need to be. The practices asked for discipline, attention, and surrender. In that stillness, I met myself fully—my body’s limits, my restless mind, my unspoken emotions. It was uncomfortable. Long-buried insecurities surfaced. For the first time, I sat with myself without distraction, without escape.

And something softened.

When the program ended, the world appeared newly alive. The sky revealed a deeper blue. I felt woven into the life around me, noticing the quiet intelligence in a single leaf. Joy arrived unannounced. Ease became natural. Life was no longer something to manage—it was something to experience.

Knowing this was not an experience to pass through but a path to walk, I continued exploring yoga and meditation. When the world paused during COVID, these practices became my ground. My daily sadhana held me steady—not as a refuge from life, but as a way to meet it fully.

What began as a personal journey became a calling. With clarity, I stepped away from a financially secure corporate life to immerse myself in Classical Hatha Yoga. After an intensive six-month teacher training in India—a journey of deep inner reorganization—I now share these sacred tools of self-transformation.

Today, I teach Classical Hatha Yoga in Minneapolis, Minnesota—an offering for those who feel the quiet pull to return home to themselves.