April 13, 2026

I completed a total of 216 kora (walking in slow, mindful circles around a sacred place, each step carrying a quiet prayer).

On my first morning in Bylakuppe, I woke up around 6:30 and went straight for it. From 6:30 to 7:30, I completed 108 rounds, and afterward, we sat down with a simple cup of juice. It felt small, but somehow, everything about that moment felt full.

I felt… alive.
Not in a loud or exciting way, but in a calm, steady way I had almost forgotten.
It made me realize how deeply I want this kind of peace to return to my life—and more than that, I wish I could give this kind of life to my parents too.

Sometimes I imagine…
what if I could help someone else experience this place?
What if someone’s life could become a little lighter just by coming here, by feeling this stillness?

But right now, my pockets are empty.
And then another voice inside me—maybe a little greedy, a little honest—whispers that if I ever had such a large fortune, I might end up wanting to see the whole world instead.

For now, I am here for something much simpler.

I am here to pray for my own survival.
To become capable enough to stand on my own,
to not become a burden if I cannot be a help,
to take responsibility for my own life—fully, quietly, and without running away.