Each story is a window. Look through it and you might find a girl waiting at a forest path, a boy watching clouds go by, or a letter tucked away in a pine box that smells faintly of old winters.
We write what we know. And what I know is this: the hills have more stories than stones. I only tried to collect a few.
Now, come sit with me by the window. I'll begin from the very beginning-when the clouds were low, and a boy began to chase them.
- Fazal Abubakkar Esaf
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