It all began on a quiet summer afternoon in the heart of the city, in a building known more for its quirky name than its architecture—Froyo Flats.The name came from the frozen yogurt shop that once stood on the ground floor, now replaced by a sleepy laundromat. But the charm lingered.Ravi, 22, had just moved into the building after landing his first real job as a graphic designer.He was ambitious, a little awkward, and still figuring out how to cook rice without burning it. His flat was modest, but it had a balcony that overlooked the courtyard—a place where stories