Sukhna was one of the few places where Chandigarh let itself breathe out loud.
You could go there alone and still feel surrounded by city life in the gentlest possible way.
There were walkers counting steps, uncles discussing politics, couples stretching one conversation into sunset, and runners acting like they owned the path.
The water did not need to be dramatic. It only needed to be there.
A lot of us learned patience there, or at least the performance of patience while holding tea and pretending to think deeply.
Sukhna gave the city a softer side without making a fuss about it.
Even now, remembering it feels like adjusting your breathing.
Tell the adda what one Sukhna moment still slows your mind down.
