It was a Thursday afternoon; I was riding on a puj, sitting at the back of the driver. I was on my way to a mall where I’m about meet my friend. I always observe passengers out of boredom, and sometimes make stories about them. But this time, what caught my attention was the women with a little boy sitting in front of me. A mother with her son. ( Read more... )

the sound of the fire truck's alarm makes my heart beat faster ( Read more... )