At Swaswara betwixt the gossip of nature, my mind eased and my soul ‘spoke’. My experience of Swaswara’s embrace began even before I reached there.

It is early morning. The breeze, a refreshing susurration. It fills your lungs with restorative sea air. The sun is playing moonshine on the waves. And on a deck raised above the sand, to the tune of Sanskrit chants to the Sun God.

Seminyak in Bali is synonymous with vibrant, bohemian chic. Off the high street, on a much quieter byroad, are an array of spas and eateries. And on a drive-in of this byroad lies a hidden gem.

‘At the still point, there the dance is’ – if there is a place that guides you gently to arrive at this ‘stillness’ as beautifully crystallized in words by the poet T.S Eliot, it is Shreyas.