When its hot, my brain tends to go to sleep most often. This time around it all worked out for the better.
On a wrong train to south Mumbai i had in front of me a lady with her 2 little children.
Kept me thinking and clicking instantly narrating to myself a story about the lady and her 2 children.
Mumbai keeps calling me back to create more stories, there’s a a closeness to the people but a mystery ,twist in each.