Because of bowling hundreds of overs of leg-spin since childhood, most of my INStincts have been anti-clockwise. I stir the sugar in the cup anti-clockwise. Or the rasam/sambar in the cooking pan. Walk in a park or garden anti-clockwise. Walk and jog to the left of my partner.
Sleep on the left side of the bed. To make up for these seemingly ‘lefty’ un-Brahminical movements, I have had to make an elaborate effort of being ‘right’.