A small silver Suzuki Maruti suddenly pulled over at the bus station and a blonde woman jumped out of the drivers seat. She ran in the post office and came out a minute later with a white envelope in her hand.
She sat in the car and immediately took off but stopped right in front of me, because of the congestion. She opened the envelope, read the letter and closed her eyes, her face turned pale.
It seemed as the time stopped for a few moments for us; the traffic moved forward while I was watching a desperate woman leaning her head on the steering wheel.
The spell was broken and the silver Maruti disappeared as suddenly as it appeared, left me wondering what the letter said.