How Sudoku Became My Unexpected Teacher of Patience and Life
I didn’t choose Sudoku. In a way, it chose me. It was during a tough week—days blurred together with work stress, sleepless nights, and that nagging feeling that I wasn’t doing enough, anywhere. One rainy evening, I sat on my small apartment balcony, the city lights flickering through the drizzle, and opened an old newspaper my roommate had left on the counter. There it was: a neat little grid of numbers, staring at me like it knew I needed a distraction. I picked up a pencil hesitantly and wrote the first number in an empty box.