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.
Procurando na gaveta…
Procurando na gaveta…
Uma carta lacrada está esperando por 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.
O resto desta carta está lacrado.