Then there are the human companions, the true escorts of the Lahore soul. They are the tea vendor at the corner, whose chai is a warm embrace on a cold winter’s night, who offers more than just a cup; he offers a moment of respite, a shared joke in a language of smiles. He is the ustaad in a small, dusty music shop, who, seeing a flicker of interest, will close his door to sit and play a raga on his weathered sitar, escorting your spirit to a place of profound beauty you never knew existed.