My Brother’s Wedding Invitation Was a Rejection. So I Booked a One-Way Ticket and Chose Myself.

to take decent photographs pushed other thoughts aside, creating a meditative space where past and future momentarily ceased to exist and only the present moment mattered.

That evening, Maya convinced us to visit a Buddhist temple where an English-speaking monk offered meditation instruction to visitors. The temple was an oasis of tranquility—golden continue reading …