Our Story

I grew up in a small mountain village — tall trees, quiet ponds, birds singing, winding paths.

Then I left for the city. College. Career. The noise never stopped. Subway rumbles. Late nights. Endless notifications.

But I always carried those quiet moments with me.

One afternoon, in a park downtown, I saw a Bodhi tree.

I sat beneath it for hours. Watching sunlight dance through leaves. Listening to the wind. And then it hit me —

"To see a world in a grain of sand, a heaven in a wild flower."

In that moment, I found my way back.