REVISITING the experience of a lifetime is fraught with uncertainties. Will it be as good? Can it be better? What if it is a let-down? So it was with me as I headed back to Vaidyagrama, an idyllic village of vaidyas or Ayurveda physicians nestled among trees in the quietly imposing Nilgiri foothills some 40 km from Coimbatore.
Ten months ago, I had spent 17 days there in search of a cure for my painful tailbone and solace for my wracked spirit after my mother’s death from lung cancer. I left chastened with the learning. . .