There’s a small hilltop near my native place—a place so ordinary, so unapologetically mediocre, that no tourist would ever bother climbing it. There’s no grand view, no mystical aura, no ancient legend attached to it. Just a bit of grass, some stubborn rocks, and a breeze that feels like it’s been on duty since the 90s with no chance of leave. And yet, every time I return to my hometown, I make it a point to go there.Just once.Just long enough to reset something in my head that I didn’t even kno