The intersection of human compassion and cosmic timing often manifests in the most unassuming places, in moments when the universe seems simultaneously indifferent and miraculous. For many, this intersection exists only in abstract contemplation, relegated to fleeting thoughts of “what if” or the moral exercises in literature. For me, however, it materialized on a grease-slicked sidewalk outside a late-night takeaway window on a night so cold that the air itself seemed like shattered glass, slicing through the seams of my coat and turning my breath into vaporous ghosts. I was coming off an exhausting double shift at a job that...
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