I am writing about the city I live in, Bangalore is one of the most beautiful cities of the world. Here you come across people of different religions and languages.
I didn't know if I wanted to write about a city I've imagined or one I've actually been in.
There were three good looking cities that I really like , the first being Beirut what i considered
I live approximately one hour from my daily destination. Truth being, I live on a beach and my uni... well, it doesn't.
The cityscape comes out of the fog, hunched and low, it’s streets and signposts unsettled as we pass through town... the Three J’s ... the parking lots... the bridge so high it blocks the sun.
I recently returned from my third trip to New York City, and had such a fantastic time (again) that I feel compelled to blog for my first time about it.
My writing began in my hometown, a little suburban city called Depok, south of Jakarta. Altough my young mind did not realize it, i was born within a neighborhood of writers.
It's a bit daunting to write an entry about why my New York trumps (pun slightly intended) the rest. One is truly standing on the shoulders of giants.
We would like to think that our favorite cities are the beautiful ones. I live in San Francisco and I was born in Rio de Janeiro.
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