Stories on Wheels.

Walked into the cab with a sleep-deprived face. New journey. New rush. Looking at the orange sun, I'm optimistic about the future. 

Somewhere the Sunrise invokes the hope. 

The pen doesn't move forward as I sink low again with emotions, assumptions, thoughts, probabilities & possibilities. Not for a second, I realised what's gonna come. Interesting. Bring it on! Let the time only reveal what's in there.