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.
Buscando en el cajón…
Buscando en el cajón…
Una carta sellada espera a 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.
El resto de esta carta está sellado.