A friend once said he was stepping out to buy a pair of ink cartridges for his fountain pen.His wife looked at him, amused, and said, “Why don’t you just order a dozen online and keep them in your drawer? It’ll be cheaper, quicker, and hassle-free.”He smiled, pretended not to hear her, and went out anyway.Because it wasn’t really about the cartridges. It was about the quiet joy of stepping out — seeing people, exchanging smiles, hearing the city hum.