That tourist had later replied: “You saved my trip. Thank you, stranger.”

He hit “Post” and closed the laptop. Somewhere, a stranger would find that bench, that bookshop, that golden minute. And for a moment, they wouldn’t feel so lost. If you meant something else (e.g., a story about that specific Google URL as a mysterious link or a piece of internet lore), let me know and I’ll adjust the story accordingly!

Arjun had forgotten writing that. He’d forgotten being that person—the one who still believed small acts of description could tether you to a place, to a version of yourself you’d outgrown.