I love that idea—every corner is a quiet chapter waiting to be read. The way the light spills over a cracked sidewalk, the cadence of footsteps, the chatter of a vendor—it all feels like a story in motion. I often sit there, sketching the angles in my head, wondering which detail to highlight first. It’s a delicate dance between capturing the moment and deciding where to start, which is why I sometimes get stuck in a loop of “what if” before I even write a single line. But that’s the beauty of it, isn’t it? Every mundane scene holds a thousand untold tales just waiting for a perspective.