BKS Iyengar was my beloved teacher ofasanaandpranayama, the man to whom I attribute my birth itself. I called him Iyengar Uncle until I was 17! Our families were close. During my teens, I spent more time with him than my own father. He took me into his heart and, often, even his home. He taught me with intensity and with kindness.
There are many, many stories. There are many joyous memories, many adventures we shared, from holidays in the mountains to 8 hours of asana practice a day, alone with each other, face to face! Forty-eight years is a long time.
We disagreed on many issues: Philosophy, nutrition, practical teaching style and technique, yet we always stayed in touch. If I had an asana question I could not answer, I asked him. He immediately answered with kindness. I called him on his birthdays and he always came to the phone. Guruji answered every letter I wrote him, including the last one a few months ago, which I am holding in my hands now. In it he writes,
….my health is slowly fading due to a continuous virus infection which is affecting me very fast. I do not know when God is going to call me.
I wish you a happy life in case God calls me.
I feel grateful, nay, blessed that the Grand Master of asana was my teacher. The tears will pass, the love will not.