A reminding rainy day in my life

The Unforgettable Rainy Day

 Anxiety freezes as the wind breezes 

These drops of rain reminds me an unforgettable rainy day. It was a pleasant evening. White clouds were neutralizing the bright sun. There were only clouds in the sky and a few flying kites. I was roaming around a busy crowd. While getting out of home, I was longing to get out of this world too. I was sick of the snags of daily life. I made the most of a day of a living life very long ago. Furthermore, I wished to breathe my next in the heaven of peace and joy. I felt some listener around me who fulfilled my desire. Who actually moved me to a state of peace. A brisk gust of wind inspirits me to live. All of my pessimism wound off within seconds. The frisky breeze doesn't only bring the tidings of rain but rises a wave of peace in one's inner. I switched from optimism to pessimism. It was merely an impact of a blow of wind. A charming rainy day was on the way.

It seemed that everything was living up its life. Everyone was enjoying nature to their own taste. These were not only humans enjoying the beauty of nature. But the enthusiastic birds were singing of joy and the blooming plants were dancing of bliss. They portrayed a charming view of nature. The beauty of everything in nature was at its peak. Everything was contributing its own to enhance the beauty further. 

Chirping birds were drawing nearer and nearer with the howling wind. And the dazzling clouds were striding from end to end.

Nightingale was singing the best of his songs. The chirping couple of Myna was enjoying themselves on their own. And the sparrows looking for food were busy in their concerns. I joined them in their music. But the cawing crow was making it unpleasant. It was hindering us to present best of our musicale.

 The sun emerges out of clouds and hushes up again. It was giving flashes of light and dark making it a disco in melody. The shoots of green were dancing merrily with regards to our tune. They survived the heavy winds and celebrating it up. 

  

As the first drop of rain struck the ground, the earth became alive. As if it has never gone through a drought. The people were looking here and there in search of some shelter. The people were struggling to save themselves from rain. Now there were dark clouds in the sky. Flying birds and kites also had disappeared. But I was still there. Every wisp of breeze and falling drop of rain was descending in the soul. The euphonious birds had muted. But the whiffing wind and the pitter-patter of falling rain were resonating then. Everything seemed to be under the influence of a rainy day. 

I could get an umbrella from home as it was nearer to me. But that day, I was no more avoiding rain.  I was getting wet but drenched by the rain. It was the same me who used to look for sheltering himself even before the drizzling. It had now become a remarkable rainy day to me. At that time, I was alone there even my shadow wasn't with me. Therefore, I was saved from being a spectacle. It was getting dark around me. The view lost its beauty because of the dark. It was now nothing but a horrible stormy night. 

On my way home, I was lost in a thought.

How a horrible dark night envelops a charming bright scene. The journey of life is probably something like this. Time passes so fast and everything changes.

Life is itself a rainy day. I was soaking wet in the rain all day but still, I was not satisfied.

Wonders of Pakistan

Let's fly off to Pakistan

If you are willing to turn your present moments into charming memories or if you want to explore the thing that you have never done before. Furthermore, if you want to enjoy all the beauties of nature in a little time.

Let's fly off to Pakistan.  

Hunza Valley Pakistan

Pakistan is a country that is blessed with all four seasons to enjoy. It is a beautiful country with all the wonders of nature. It contains charming valleys, sky-high mountains, tremendous oceans, splendid plains,   glaciers, and a terrific desert. It amazes the tourists with wonderful views of glaciers through the Karakoram Mountain range in Gilgit-Baltistan, Baltoro and the amazing valleys of Azad Kashmir are on the next level in beauty. The world's second-largest mountain K2 is in the region of Karakoram range in Gilgit Baltistan, Pakistan. Attabad Lake, Neelam valley, Thar deserts, Saif-ul-Malook are some other spots of attraction for tourists. Swat, Chitral, Gawadar, Gilgit, and Islamabad are beautiful cities to visit.  Lahore is one of the most ancient cities containing remarkable monuments. Minar-e-Pakistan, Lahore Fort, Shalamar Gardens, and Kamran's Baradari Pavilion, and Jahangir Tomb are a few sites of amusement in Lahore.

Badshahi Mosque, Lahore

                              Swat, Pakistan

When we were planning our trip, our family was skeptical of our way to Pakistan. They were persuading us as we were pulling ourselves to death. Words were getting out of everywhere that it is a country of violence. They were portraying the people of Pakistan as terrorists.  It is full of the con. men that would steal our money, scam us, or just going to kidnap us. If we believed in western media we would never travel to such an amazing country.

Some of a few concerns came true that there is violence to some extent. It is about some areas of Pakistan and conflicts among a few tribes. Pakistan is a melting pot of all kinds of people that are co-existing at a place. Some clashes are inevitable in such cases. And Pakistan is not exceptional.  I will surprise if such a place is free of violence at all. 

As a foreigner, they treated us with great honor. I was greatly impressed with their hospitality. The way they treat their guests is especially commendable. They gave me all their supports for a concoction of food and accommodation. I was getting modest of their affections. When I bring it up to them, they waved me off and appealed to me to state them with our friends and family. That is what they think about them and what are they actually. They deserved much more than to be discussed. People of Pakistan are always excited to know the opinion of a foreigner about their country. 

As we ducked out of our wheels, we had the first sight of Lahore. There was hustle and bustle everywhere. We had a glance on the crowded streets, beeping rickshaws and the booming cars. Handcarts of fruitsellers and the food courts were there on every nook and corner. People were laughing with their fellows or were getting ventilated of their handheld fans. Many of the people were riding motorcycles. Women were busy shopping at the clothing stores in the bazaar.  Most of them were retracing their steps to their home. Everyone seemed to be busy with their work. It depicts a busy street in almost every city of Pakistan.

 

Foreigners are sometimes a source of attraction for them. They don't leave their guests alone even not when the guests want loneliness during some outings. They are always ready to introduce themselves. Interestingly, they mostly tries striving to get their work out. But they are such simple beings. They all are at the forefront of giving all kinds of advice. I was getting many more invitations from everywhere. But I didn't have enough time for them. As long as I was there, I was considering myself a member of a royal family. Or they were conceiving me as a celebrity. Anyways, these sentiments were pleasing.

How can we forget remarkable food!

Passing by the food courts, the aroma of spicy foods was appealing to me. The lightning food courts enhance the splendor of the city at night. 

A gentleman served me a special mouthful of Golgappy. It was hollow, deep-fried balls that were filled with chickpeas. We then dunk it into a soupy substance and stuff it into the mouth the whole at one time. It was something that I have never tried.

Golgappy

Biryani

    
We met another kind man, who insisted us to enjoy another special bite. We contented getting that it was more than something special being Biryani. We got a plate heaping with Biryani, a bit on edge that how would we finish. Biryani is something. They were grinning at us and we were just bursting off the feast. 

Hot spicy Nihaari and Karhai were also yummy. Jalebi being sweeter but not spicy was my favorite. The breakfast of Naan Choole and Halwa Poori is famous there all over the country. Sarson ka saag (Mustard greens) is a special one in winter along with butter and makai ki roti ( A bread of corn). Gaajar ka Halwa (a sweet dist made of carrots) is also very popular in winter. And many kinds of drinks will be offered at your service to dissipate your heat during summer. Sugarcane juice is prominent among these all. 

The people there are very keen on tea. The tea produces heat, yet they didn't give it up even in extremely hot. I couldn't remember the daythat  I spent in Pakistan and didn't get offered a cup of tea.  I was full of tea that my little tummy was just going to burst.

 

People emerged out from the crowd to say 'hello' to us. I found everyone grinning at me and my jaws were breaking of smiling at them back. I was in a crowd throughout my journey. The company was quite fun and delightful. My palms were getting rubbed with their identification marks due to shaking hands with a lot of folks. And especially my thumb by clicking to capture selfies with them. 

They were real men!