After wading through countless topics related to every living being’s inherent ability to self-heal through Yoga, I have finally decided to give in to the process. The process as an ‘Acharya’ states is called ‘Reversal’.

Imagine you are a person void of technology, holed up in the lap of mother nature. You have completely renounced this body and given yourself to your creator. Not only are you devoid of technology, but of human interaction too. All those reasons that had possibly caused the tumor in the first place, I have to stay away from them. It is like how they used to heal people by putting them inside caves or engulfing them with wet soil allowing their bodies to unify with the universe’s energy.

This process will nibble on three months of my time. ‘Forget that these three months ever happened in your life,’ says Acharya. It asks for a huge sacrifice on my end. Something no one has ever asked of me. The irony that my body asks something like that of me, can hardly go unnoticed.

Cancer cells feed on food. We have to limit that. Give it so less to feed itself that it would fail to fester. I will be asked to work on my breathing. Give it so less that the affected cells smother and die on their own. What made me accept this is the science behind it. Our body has inbred natural killer cells that remain dormant as such. If you activate them, it can go on and do its job of taking care of your body, destroying foul cells in the process. Reversal is the act of activating those.

My mum has often told me about how when she was a child, no one would give her food when she was sick. My maternal grandpa was a Yogi who believed in these yogic processes. Although my mother’s stories remained anecdotes of how she was ill-treated thus adding to our frustration, what I failed to realize hitherto was that my grandpa could have been right. What he was trying to channel was her inner immunity, but my mother was just a child back then who failed to understand his eccentric treatment approach.

Past two years I have had so many fights that my mind has barely ever rested. It was always thinking about the things that I could have said or the things they should not have said. Even when I was having my surgery, my mind was still breeding thoughts it shouldn’t have. It was a very unhealthy mindset, which also led me to cut many ties. I have discarded a lot of negativity throughout my life and I don’t mind doing that again. Some things are inevitable for personal health.

Heading into this time machine, I am secretly relieved that I don’t have to talk to anybody. My mind would not be a breeding ground for superfluous thoughts. It would be unbothered by what goes outside. My focus would be the entrails of my design.

With that, I need strong optimism. Born a despondent soul, I have to work against myself. Build up enough positivity and belief going into this process that it should and will work. That’s how I wish to approach it.

I would be sitting in a time pod and disappear from the rest of the world. Not that there are many who are even aware of my presence, hell, there aren’t even many subscribers to this blog, but there are some who get affected by what happens to me, and I remain grateful to them. I see their vital roles in my design.

But there are going to be countless things that I am going to miss. Apart from some people who are the closest to me, I am going to miss not being able to create the most, which includes cooking, writing, drawing, animating, and editing which I had so thoroughly enjoyed so far. I had handed over to myself pamphlets of purpose. I am going to invariably miss the fact that these will not inch a bit. That I still remain their sole pilot.

The fact that I will not be allowed to even read a book or even write one appends to my piled-up bit of frustration. But to get this cancer out of me, I am willing to walk on the hardest of ordeals. There are a lot of things that I still need to do, and a lot of dreams that I am yet to helm. A lot of things demand my existence.