Lucky feels.

People stand in a bus for an hour just to get home… when some are jumpacked and dispatcher keep on shouting for one special passenger in order to leave…
And yet in this blissful evening, I can stretch my legs and sit in any position and place I want…because I ride in a generous and kind van driver.
Lucky me.


First love

Maybe love never fades after all.
All these years, your name still lingers,
The memories flicker,
You’re still the song of my broken soul.