Before I went to sleep last night, I discovered that a broken rib was a boon for yoga. Lying in savasana or mrtasana position, I practiced pranayama for quite a while. My chest hurt at first, especially when I would draw a deep breath and hold it, but the pain subsided when I got going and the traumatized tissues in my chest warmed up. Soon enough it almost ceased, and I was able to hold my breath for quite some time. To the best of my reckoning, I could hold my breath for as long as I normally could. As I went to bed mainly because of the pain, and not because I felt it was time to go to sleep, I kept practicing for at least an hour. When I eventually turned off the light, I decided to spend more time practicing yoga the next few days. It struck me as the best way to spend my time, given my miserable condition, and I was kind of happy about the discovery. “Dunce,” I heard my whisper out of the blue, “you find joy in yoga rather than in the broken rib itself.”