Sundays were made for taking life easy, strolling through the streets and indulging yourself before life gets busy again. The world bursts with colour: jewel-toned petals tumbling from market stalls, fragrant fruits dancing in their baskets. You’ll wander the flower market with girlfriends, arms linked and sunglasses glinting. Or you’ll pause to share a creamy bite with your furry friend, laughing as they nudge your knee for just one more lick. This is where the heart remembers—life’s truest magic lives in the unhurried, the ordinary, the joy of being gloriously, tenderly alive.