Dear Yuri, Every morning, I wake up and open the blinds of my window. The weather is always different, come rain or come shine. But nothing else is...
Dear Yuri, I look out the window at the benches that are in front of my block. There used to sit a lot of people who were “hanging out” ...
Dear Yuri, I see mostly sky from my window – through the sky lights – I live in the loft of a Battersea flat. Go downstairs and you can...
I look out of my window with hope of seeing you. I look out of my window and beg you say hello. I look out of my window in chance of seeing you smile...
Dear Yuri, This silence is peaceful, Karachi has never been this clean before. The air is less polluted, almost like the world is healing itself...
Dear Yuri, Red streaks across the sky this evening. Watching it from my gate, my toes miss the sea waves. I wish I could send this glorious sunset to...
Dear Yuri, As Spring entered our world, came with it a harsh whirlwind of fear A vortex, a force that was scary as it came near Staying at home, my...
Dear Yuri, Our lives is just like a sea or an ocean. We keep going, like how the water keeps on flowing. How the waves keep on touching the shore. We...
Dear Yuri, There is beauty in being broken. Being broken is currently Instagram’s unspoken. Social platforms are like stained glass windows. They are...