Sometimes you feel like a voyeur, looking out of the windows of a fast moving train. Perhaps your invisible to those outside. Perhaps, they have gotten used to this. Perhaps they just don't care anymore.

An old couple squat before a hovel, she handing him a glass of something steaming, a smile - years of understanding? Perhaps.

Man on a balcony, straining outside to get his cellphone working. Someone he loves? Perhaps.

Wedding ceremony. Bright lights, brighter people. New life together. Hopes and wishes plenty? Perhaps.

His eyes beseech. So skinny, that he's more bones than flesh. Tatterred clothes. Outstretched hand. Lost Childhood? Perhaps.