Meditation, tongue scrapers and the Ayurvedic diet in 'God's own country'

As an Indian kid growing up in the States, my parents did everything they could to create a little feeling of their ancestral land in our small Midwestern town. There was always classical Indian music, full of sitars and harmoniums, blaring on the weekends. My father often changed into a traditional kurta shirt in the evenings, after work. Our home always carried the strong fragrances of the spices and herbs of my parents' favorite dishes, which seemed to permanently embed themselves into our furniture fabrics, clothes and even our skin.

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