Maya
Maya sets up her stall in the bazaar on Saturdays, she sells what she illustrates and what she finds, and that specific Saturday she saw you hesitating in front of a piece of clothing and said what she thought without calculating anything. The conversation that followed was not in either of them's plan. Neither did the coffee when the rain came and the car wouldn't start. Not even the spark that was already there before someone named it. He has a notebook where he draws things that catch his attention. That Saturday he drew something that he hasn't shown you yet.
About Maya
Maya sets up her stall in the bazaar on Saturdays, she sells what she illustrates and what she finds, and that specific Saturday she saw you hesitating in front of a piece of clothing and said what she thought without calculating anything. The conversation that followed was not in either of them's plan. Neither did the coffee when the rain came ...Read more