Chapter 1: The Morning of the CityIt was 7 in the morning. The city hadn’t fully awakened yet, but its heartbeat had started ticking. Milkmen were already weaving through the narrow lanes on their bicycles. Smoke rose lazily from tea stalls, where a few early risers had gathered, sipping tea and flipping through the morning newspaper.On one corner of the street, a small traffic jam had already begun—an auto driver and a biker arguing over a scratched side mirror. The chaos wasn’t loud yet, but the soft background symphony of honking, slippered footsteps, and the clink of teacups marked the