I fell in love with yoga in the heart of India’s beautiful chaos, where the noise never fades, yet somehow, I felt the quietest I had ever been. A kind of peace that settled deep, not because the world changed, but because I did. My mat became my comfort. A place to return to, to breathe, to just be.

Through this practice, I learned to embrace gratitude, compassion, and acceptance, not as things to achieve, but as lessons I would keep relearning, every single day. In India, this way of being was almost effortlessly, like everyone was quietly on the same page. But back in Singapore, I struggled. Here, the world moved quickly. The mind and heart were always an afterthought, drowned out by the rush to do more, be more. I craved a space where slowing down wasn’t just an indulgence but a necessity.

Leaving behind the certainty of my corporate life took every ounce of courage I had. But deep inside, I knew I had to create what I couldn’t find. A space where we could move with intention, breathe with awareness, and reconnect with ourselves in ways we so often forget.

Soga is my love letter to that journey. To the courage it takes to slow down. To the softness in strength, the beauty in stillness, the balance between body and mind. And if, even for a moment, you find that same sense of home here, then every step of this journey has been worth it.