You waved from the window of the night train named after the mountain pass beyond our city, until the last carriage had gone round the bend.
Waqas, I never told you I stayed on the platform after your train had gone.
Looking through the drawer…
Looking through the drawer…
One sealed letter is waiting for Waqas.
You waved from the window of the night train named after the mountain pass beyond our city, until the last carriage had gone round the bend.
Waqas, I never told you I stayed on the platform after your train had gone.
The rest of this letter is sealed.