y eyes are closed tight, but my other senses are wide open. I feel the breeze on my cheeks and the squelch of wet lawn under my feet. The air smells of rain and salt and frangipani petals. As I step hesitantly across the grass, mynas whistling in the branches overhead, my ears register the murmurs of a pair of conical-hatted gardeners who’ve been regarding my progress with bemusement since I began this blind and barefoot walk. Henba Laishram, the Indian naturopath who is guiding me through the exercise, explains that its purpose is to harness the earth’s
