Whizzing through London at night on a rickshaw, the city spun around you in streaks of neon. Music seemed to pulse from every corner, blending into the rhythm of your heartbeat. Laughter echoed between tall glass and old brick, familiar and foreign all at once. For a moment, you weren't just passing through, you belonged to the blur, to the night, to the chaos that made sense only after dark...

If it were a…

A song: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) by The Eurythmics
An item of clothing: Embellished leather jacket
A colour: Burgundy
A food: Rum filled dark chocolate truffle