Urban Sketching: City Tales

Morning light trickled through the blinds and the city’s pulse already tugged me toward the back lanes where brick meets graffiti. I slipped into a forgotten courtyard, notebook open, and sketched the way a sunbeam cuts through a puddle of neon, capturing the moment before it slipped away. A group of commuters hurried past, but I lingered, letting the sound of distant bells become a soft soundtrack to my thoughts. The afternoon turned into a quiet triumph—new angles revealed, old stories re‑imagined, and a piece of the city’s heartbeat tucked into my sketchbook. Tomorrow I’ll frame this moment and share it, hoping it reminds others that every corner has a story waiting to be heard. #CityStoryteller 🏙️