. Some days don’t need plans; they just need two people who decide to meet and let the rest unfold on its own. That’s how it began when I met Señorita in Delhi. We hadn’t made a list of places to visit — only one simple decision: that we were meeting. Sometimes, that’s all it takes for the day to write its own poetry. And somehow, that was enough for the universe to take care of the rest. We started at Humayun’s Tomb . The morning light fell softly over the old Mughal arches. I thought she’d like it — the calm, the symmetry, the quietness of time standing still. But she didn’t. She said she couldn’t connect with it, that the place felt too lifeless, too heavy. Still, we clicked a few pictures — not because the backdrop was beautiful, but because the moment was. The laughter, the teasing, the random comments — they made the tomb feel a little more alive. It wasn’t about the monument anymore — it was about that feeling of being in the same moment, without a script. From th...