That was the moment. Those precious minutes... When the light escapes the curtains through the cracks created by the breeze. When the...

‘Madam, you must step into the train.’ ‘I’m waiting for my friend, it’s okay.’ ‘The train is about to leave, you need to step into the...

“You’re an arsehole.” His voice is sharp and deep.  “And you're not my goji berry anymore.” Hers is dragged, husky and lazy. The words merge into one another.

Sometimes I wish I could draw… The train full of people