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The time is 6:46 AM. The sun is casting a soft, golden glow across my room, and the usual weekday alarm is silent. My calendar for today is empty. My to-do list is a blank page. There’s a gaping, beautiful, slightly terrifying void of a day with absolutely nothing to do. My first instinct is a familiar twitch of modern-day panic. My brain, conditioned by years of notifications and deadlines, starts to scramble. I should get ahead on work. I should meal prep. I should organize that one messy cupboard. I should be productive. The ghost of productivity whispers that an empty day is a wasted day. But today, I resist. I put my phone face down, take a deep breath, and decide to surrender to the stillness. The first pressure cooker whistle of the morning from a neighbour's kitchen becomes my starting pistol... for a race with no finish line. This is my journey into the art of doing nothing. The Chai Ceremony It doesn't start with a rushed cup of instant coffee. It begins with a slow, ...