And sometimes, even in the busiest capital on earth, the machinery pauses for a beat. The city keeps talking. The cameras keep hunting. The narratives keep spinning.
But for a moment, there is silence.
And in that silence, you’re reminded that beneath the stone buildings and official titles, beneath the cheering and the rage, beneath the endless performance of governance, there is still a person trying to carry the weight of what they’ve lived—and what they’ll be remembered for.