Gyan Mudra, also known as Jnana Mudra, is one of the most important and widely practiced Hasta Mudras (hand gestures). Found in Yogic, Buddhist, and Hindu traditions, it has been used for thousands of years to deepen meditation and improve mental focus. To perform Gyan Mudra, touch the tip of your thumb to the tip…
Lila and I grew up side by side in the same orphanage, sharing hand-me-downs, whispered dreams, and a quiet promise to create the kind of family we never knew. As adults, life pulled us in different directions, but our bond never faded. When Lila became a mother, I was there through every milestone. I held…
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Growing up poor meant Thanksgiving was just another day. In 2010, while at my friend Layla’s house, the smell of real holiday food overwhelmed me. I sneaked a taste of gravy—something we never had. Her mom caught me and snapped, “Is this how your mother raised you?” Shame burned through me. But that night, when…
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My dad always told us he was a mid-level manager at a parts distributor. Every weekday looked the same—same shirt, same lunchbox, same stories about “back pain from the office.” We never questioned it. But at his funeral, a man in uniform approached us, and everything we thought we knew shifted. He revealed that Dad…
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I didn’t expect anything anyway. But the next day, he called me, yelling in confusion and anger. He had found a letter tucked inside one of the old boxes his mother left behind. It wasn’t addressed to him—it was addressed to me. In it, she thanked me for caring for her with patience and kindness…
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I took my 92-year-old dad to the mall recently to shop for new shoes. We grabbed a bite at the food court, where he quietly watched a teenager sitting nearby. The teen had bright, multi-colored hair—green, red, orange, and blue—styled boldly and without hesitation. Each time the teen glanced our way, he noticed my dad…
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I didn’t expect anything anyway. But the next day, he called me, yelling in confusion and anger. He had found a letter tucked inside one of the old boxes his mother left behind. It wasn’t addressed to him—it was addressed to me. In it, she thanked me for caring for her with patience and kindness…
CONTINUE READING “The Day Following the Funeral Revealed a Secret I Wasn’t Ready For” »
A life can be measured in many ways: the years lived, the choices made, the people held close. But sometimes, a single revelation can unravel what once felt certain and force a reckoning with what truly matters. In the quiet that follows upheaval, we are left to decide whether we cling to old beliefs or…
Wife Calls A Husband. H – “Hello?” W – “Honey, it’s me. Are you at the club?” H – “Yes.” W – “Great! I am at the mall two blocks from where you are. I just saw a beautiful mink coat. It’s absolutely gorgeous!! Can I buy it?” H – “What’s the price?” W –…
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I grew up poor. Dinner was usually toast with cheese. When I was 12, I visited a friend’s wealthy home. Her mom served a fancy meal, and as I began cutting my meat, she suddenly snapped: “Are you using a knife like THAT? What kind of home are you from?” I froze. Everyone stared. Shame…
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