He said in reply to the interviewer asking, ” Are you a Buddhist”? , he said ,”I’m a Buddhist, I’m a Christian, I’m a Muslim, I’m whatever you want me to be. It all comes down to the same thing. You’re in a loving place or you’re in an unloving place, if you’re with me right now you cannot be unhappy, it’s not possible.”
The lie didn’t feel like a lie at first. It arrived as a notification, a headline, a shaky video that looked just real enough to make hearts…
The day I found the hotel receipts, something inside me shattered. Thirty years of shared mornings, quiet dinners, and worn-in routines suddenly felt like a lie. His…
They said it was simple. They said he was a threat. But when the video slowed, the lie unraveled frame by frame. No lunge. No weapon. Just…
Sirens faded, but the city didn’t. Grief clung to brick and glass like smoke that refused to lift. Every press conference sounded like a verdict passed on…
The first impact was choice. Not metal, not bone—just a single breath where survival and policy crashed together. Training screamed one thing, politics another, and the front…
The sirens cut out, but the dread didn’t. A nurse lay on cold asphalt, a city holding its breath as a grainy video replayed the final seconds…