Bustling crowds or silent sleepers, You’re not sure which is worse. The huge clock at the platform reads 7. Dusk has fallen unapologetically, covering the sky with early stars. The tracks are old, but still remain, ready to bear the next train passing through it. He looks for a bench to sit, for the weight […]| Niv's Nook
A gust of cold air greets us as we step out of the theatre, making gooseflesh stand alive. We’re careful not to step in the recently formed puddles, which continues to ripple. The city is alive, in its fullest and brightest form. They say, the city never sleeps. We walk through the cobbled sidewalks, fitting […]| Niv's Nook