Stepping in or stepping on?

Tucked behind a lone tree and rusty gate, it took us a week to figure out that the billboard advertising Fitness Basics Gym was directly in front of the gym itself. The first time we noticed the sign, and with it the list of classes, we took a picture and said we’d call.

We still hadn’t the day I looked a bit closer and noticed one more sign inside the gate. “Is it right there?” I inquired. As I did, the picture became clearer: there were stairs leading down just below the second advertisement— and was that music I heard coming from below? Curiously, I wandered in and met Meenakshi, the owner of the gym.

Sure enough, just as the billboard promised, there was a full schedule of classes: Power Yoga, Zumba, Bollywood Dance (!), Extreme Core. Behind the mirrored area were a handful of machines and, further back, some weights.

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An ugly face

It was painted just outside our hostel. Intentionally, I am sure.

Walking out the gate, it stared back at me with a measuring eye. There were two more along the wall of the alley, my path to the main square.

To be honest- and I do try to be honest here- I wouldn’t have noticed had Josh not pointed it out.

“You see that?” He inquired when we passed the third inscription.

“See what?” I responded as I looked up to see the message screaming to be heard.

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