…but my stomach wanted pizza, not inner silence.”So there I was, cross-legged, eyes closed, trying to connect with my inner self.Deep breath in. Deep breath out.Then suddenly… growwwwl.Not a tiger. My own stomach. Roaring like it hadn’t eaten in 3 years.I whispered, “Shhh…” — but it just got louder, like it was ordering food.The meditation teacher said, “Ignore distractions.”Sir, it’s hard to ignore a belly chanting “Pizzaaaa…”I opened one eye and saw everyone still meditating peacefully.Meanwhile, I was fighting an internal food war.So I stood up, bowed, and walked out — straight into a pizza shop.Inner peace? Found it. Stuffed crust.
