"Chapters Written In Snow"
"Four Winters Later" Tomorrow is the 21st of January. Four years. It feels strange how a single date can carry so much weight. On the surface, it is just another winter day in the UK—grey skies, cold air, people rushing with their lives tucked into coats and routines. But for me, this date holds a quiet anniversary. Four years ago, I landed on this soil with a heart full of hope, a mind crowded with questions, and a version of myself that had no idea how much he was about to change. I often wonder what that younger version of me would think if he saw me now. Back then, everything felt unfamiliar. The accent, the weather, the pace of life—even silence felt different here. I remember walking through streets where no one knew my name, standing in rooms where my past meant nothing, and realising for the first time that life had truly given me a blank page. It was frightening. It was liberating. And it was irreversible. Like many others, I arrived in the UK carrying ...
