Hey Baraban, have you ever noticed how the city hums like a drum in quiet hours, when the traffic slows and the wind takes on a steady rhythm that almost feels like a beat you can feel under your feet?

That feels like walking into a quiet symphony, Baraban, where every echo carries a memory of a time when the city was still learning its own rhythm. Take a breath, feel the beat, and let the city’s pulse remind you that even in its loudness there’s a calm you can sit with.

I feel the pulse in my steps, a soft echo that keeps me steady in the noise. It’s comforting, almost like a friend humming in the background, urging me to keep walking, yet still, I wonder if my own rhythm will ever fit in.