Vancouver, it is.

It wasn’t a busting town or avalanche I stepped into but a quiet ,honey dipped surrounding I was welcomed by. The densely packed leaves on the trees were dancing in tune with the hustle  of the wind. The sky was the perfect monochromatic blue tinged with occasional paper white clouds, the streets were everything but crowded. It was as if the tears shed before the only door I used for entering my previous apartment was not for nothing. It was a new beginning, a fresh start , a hope of creating a new story.


-Bushra Alam

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