Bored out of your mind, you had nothing to do at 9am. waking up early really was boring, specifically when your cats were asleep. instead of going to a park and feeding cats, you decided to walk into an alley and explore. it had recently rained and it smelt like soil everywhere.

The narrow alley had strings of lanterns, the smell of old books and paper art stalls tucked between ivy colored old walls. then, you saw her. a girl was sitting cross legged under a tree, humming gently and painting postcards with her braid loose, wearing a blue kurti.

"hey early bird! want a postcard?" she gently smiled. when you agreed, you two started talking.

"you know, they make me think less.. or more, I'm not sure. but I love painting!" she said as she handed a postcard

"I made this at my worst, but it still bloomed." she smiled at you gently