Greetings!

For the past few years i always heard about pipe line track and motto tunnel in Ayubia National Park, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa.

I kept on planning to visit this place until yesterday when i got the chance to walk on the track that is surrounded by a peaceful forest of small and big pine trees. Majorly, there were pine trees, but other trees were also adding up to the beauty of track.

This track is located in Donga Gali. At the moment, when we have to enter the track, we were crazily tired. All twenty of us were feeling drained as we did hiking of Muskhpuri Top( About which i will post soon!).

Question arises here;

There is historical pipeline used to supply water to Murree hills. This pipeline was constructed in 1930 in colonial time period. The length of pipeline track is approximately 4km and there are tunnels too at the end of the track. Interestingly, there is a historical and popular Church of colonial times, which is a popular tourist spot too.

We were twenty students on tour but not all twenty students were willing to explore pipeline track. Many of them were tired after having hike of Muskhpuri Top. They made excuse of resting in the restaurant. Though, we, six friends, were also exhausted and legs were not responding, still we were curious and excited to explore the beauty of Track.

We bought tickets that cost us 100Pkr per head. As we entered in daisy flowers welcomed us with sweet blended fragrance in the air.

While walking on the track, we were regretting our decision of doing hiking on Muskhpuri Top. We cried that we should explore Pipeline track at first and then should go to Muskhpuri Top.

It was evening time, only few tourists were walking on the track. That specific moment with few people around, birds chirpings and flower seller's uncle voice was all ambiance of the environment.

To my eyes, everything was either green or sky blue.

My friend, Sabiha, picked some daisy flowers and let them rest on the screen of Mobile.

Anfal Fatima, another friend, in fact, newly made friend, captured aesthetically beautiful pictures of me that i am definitely going to post on Instagram and on other social media platforms.

Abdul Wahid sat on the bench for a while to take breathe.

See i found my name on a tree.

I picked a flower, and then clicked a picture of it.

We wanted to cover more distance on the track but we received so many calls from people behind waiting in the bus. It was sort of annoying. But, we went back without even feeling and exploring the full.

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I assume, it was month of January when i went to visit Downtown Islamabad. It's a luxurious place to visit. The rich, Elite and bourgeoisie live there and we visit this place for amusement and to give treat to eyes.

Surprisingly, they didn't allow me to enter the fountain area. They made me stand at entry gate.

Song plays after every thirty minutes and fountain starts dancing. As soon as fountain starts dancing, everyone gets up and run towards fountain to capture photos and videos.

It was my first time that i was seeing dancing fountain otherwise i just have saw such things in videos of youtube. Moreover, i used to think that only Dubai has such fascinating things for amusement.

Meanwhile, in my consciousness, i was thinking about the luxury these bourgeoisie are enjoying. For them, the whole country is living in luxury like them. They aren't aware that 90 percent of people look at their lives with so many hopes in their eyes.

Well, isn't it a perfect reflection of colorful buildings in the water of artificial lake?
It's beautiful, indeed.

I planned to just enjoy dancing fountain for once but stayed there for longer time. I got tired and sat there at a shop. Mobile's net wasn't netting.... i asked for hotspot from shopkeeper and tried to book my ride. Every ride was expensive.

Finally, I booked ride of bike. Mobile app was showing 18 minutes on the arrival of rider. In the meantime, I was sitting and observing.

After observing last fountain dance, I headed back home. It was a nice solo experience.

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_{All pictures are taken by me}

We walked in the restaurant. A restaurant that was pretty much congested and confused. Though, it is evenly and mannerly arranged but it was not a photogenic restaurant.

We got seats outside of Restaurant and i wanted to take snaps from interior of restaurant. I was bit zonned out that day. My processor, I mean my mind, was bit slow in everything that day. It was taking time to understand things.

One thing about Islamabad, that is haunting for me is that it's city of elites. These elites spend a lot a lot of me that a middle class person like me can never do. One good thing is that restaurants in The capital city are lavish and presentable but only few of them have good food standards.

Our Large Zinger burgers are arrived at the Table. Oh my God, don't remind me of the amazing taste. While writing about taste, I am feeling for it and craving to have burgers infront of me. Taste was purely divine.

After having burgers and paying bills, We went to Layers Bakery from where we bought two sundaes for us.

Later on, At last, We walked in the market where wr found strange, devilish shop. It was really scary. I remember when i was looking at them, people were looking at me.

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The memory that i decided to share with everyone on this thursday is related to bonfire night of my class. I am always grateful to Allah almighty for giving me such amazing classmates that are always ready to contributes share and spread laughs all around. I wish I could get a new life even then I will choose all these classmates because I have lived so many memorable days and nights with all of them.
Now my journey of university is ending but I don't really want to end this journey. I want everyone to be there with me but it's life and everyone has to say goodbye at some moment. I cannot stop from going away from me.

We are seventy students in one class. I know it's crazy to think 70 people in one class room but it is amazing to have so many crazy souls wandering around.

It was one of the night from last winter that has passed and that we all lived amazingly. I got a chance to make so many memories I didn't let any moment go away. I tried to catch each and every event happeing close to me.

Though bonfire could be arranged in minimum expenses but we all contributed 1500 Pakistani rupee to arrange a singer for the night. Maximum students of my class contributed for the night.

I was clueless what to wear on that event. My friend ,Anfal,helped me to get ready.Anfal gave me his salwar kameez and waistcoat. When i entered the venue, many of my fellows passed a sweet smile, that i remember.

I got so many compliments, specially from girls. I wasn't expecting. But, my female besties were looking suspiciously at me. They were like; they are loosing me 😂. They always pass strange eyes whenever i talk to other girls.

Compliments made me walk with more confidence. Even boys of my class were admiring my shalwar kameez. They said; Wear such dressing more often, you look handsome in it.

Our senior batch also has some singers. They are amazing with this great talent. They made environment more pleasant with their soothing Pashto songs.

My friend,Anita, was behaving like classical Pakistani girl,wearing traditional attire and bangles.

In some time, Singer arrived and he changed the whole environment. He shifted the environment with beautiful songs. We all waved and almost everyone danced on cultural tunes.

We captured some photos and clicks but still many memorable moments left uncaptured. We danced till middle of the night. It was crazy. I left the video to enjoy!

Thank you so much for stopping by.
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We meet so many people every day in life, and some of them seem so good that we want to spend our entire lives with them, but that's not possible.

The walk which I am sharing with you people is from winter that I have passed and lived. It was one of the day in my vacations that I was spending at my home. I was walking without having any stress of assignment or presentation in university.

It was the day when fog was loaded over my head and side was disturbed. Moreover my camera was so messed up. My camera was not responding properly as it has lost its focus because of fog. Above all my passion was really high to walk and to capture some moments around.

Well don't consider it may merely fog it is smog which is very unhealthy for human health. Government as just paying lips service and paying least attention to these issues.

Those things were looking creepy and they were not very clear but my fun moments weren't distrubed because of anything around.

To have a little picnic party,I bought two samosas for me along with catch up that I enjoyed while sitting next to the water of canal.

There was so many things that me of my childhood like these nests of sparrows that i used to see in my home. There were many trees in my home and sparrows used to build their homes over those trees.

I was feeling like I have entered to a clueless area. Trees word looking like they have taken up mask of smog and they will trying to hide themselves.

I tried to peak into the water and there was just some Green flowers maybe or what to call them?

It was way full of dirt and I was all alone with my thoughts. No no I was not that much alone people were you going by me. Motorcycles were passing and some were looking at me.

I saw as well that ushed on the tree after seeing me. May be she had a panic attack or anxiety after seeing a total stranger. Thats what i do in awkward situations or when i see strangers.

I have entered a governmental building. Over here, whenever you will see a red brick building, immediately guess it that it belongs to government. That's the color of government. Yes, more like danger 😂.

Though I have entered this old haunted government building but I was very much scared after seeing this situation inside. There was no one around me. Not even a single whisper of human was touching my ears.

I didn't stopped my walk. It was more like I am capturing some material for documentary or I am doing some haunted series. Fear of unknown was following me from behind.

My thoughts for stradily running in my head as a car running fastly on the track. I was noting the pattern of bricks and I was closely observing the architecture and the abandoned area.

Trees weeds and plants were coming out of nowhere. Greenery was taking its own routes to grow in the chaotic old setting.

Though I was very much scared but I didn't stopped my curiosity and I was letting my thoughts win. I was just following my thoughts at the same time I was thinking that maybe someone will follow me over here.

Somehow and luckily, I got out of that zone of horror and i found humans around. The first thing I saw was cattles who were being fed. As i was capturing photos, someone called me from there. I thought they might backlash me for taking pictures.

They were sweet little kids who called me; Brother please click our pictures!
This was the request for which i was waiting from long time.

These kids were really interesting. They shared so many laughs with me. They were happy and smiling on every little thing. They asked for my eyesight glasses with which they played and posed for pictures. I asked about their lives and I got to know about their life. It was one of good day with good things.

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Greetings!
Today, I went to the Museum of Taxila Institute of Asian Civilization department. It is located in Quaid I azam university.

The entrance of the department is fascinating as there is a Buddhist stupa standing with all splendor among green plants and flowers.

There were many statues and religious figures from Buddhism that depicted religion and also normal day to day life with daily life specimens. These figures were also demonstrating the life cycle of Buddha. It reminded me of my Lahore trip to Lahore Musuem in which there was a complete gallery on Buddhism where i got a chance to see fasting Buddha. I also Peshawar Museum that is biggest Museum of Ghandhara Civilization.

There were many different coins from 2nd to 5th century. It is amazing to see these gold and silver coins back from the pages of history.

The museum's owner should focus on labeling. They did wrong labeling. They labeled dancing girl as statue of man and dancing girl is labeled as "Man". Well, dancing girl is similar to modern day award shows.

In the next section, different type of pots, pitchers, some broken specimens were presented behind the glass. These things are ensembled from different sections of Pakistan.

These items are collected from the Balochistan province of Pakistan. The soil of Pakistan is very rich in everything. You name it, and you will get it.

In the picture above, you can see the burial site of Harappa Civilization that emerged in the region of Pakistan. I always want to see Harrapa and Mohenjo Darro, but i don't know when this dream will come true.

So man made so many tools. From igniting up fire with the help of rocks to making atom bombs and robots. But, all these tools and advancements in worsening the situation of mankind. We all become venoms, and we are thirsty of each other. We are thirsty for blood, and war is observed everything. Tools just destructed us. It was good for us to stay in caves.

There were many specimens and tools, including guns and knives that were displayed on the wall. See, greed has done so much to humankind that we became monsters and devil. Darkness is living within us.

Copy of broken pieces of ceramic materials were also kept in the museum. These copy materials are copied from Makli which is famous historical site in Pakistan. Graveyard of Makli is also in my travel bucketlist.

At last, i glanced on the ethnic dresses of the Taxila region and came out of the Musuem. I might have captured some more pictures, but my mobile's battery died.

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I am waiting for your words in the comment section.

15 feb is my birthday, and it's the day of some celebrations. Though i don't like it much but as a matter of gathering and having a good party, it is a good thing. It is an occasion on which we friends get a chance to sit together and enjoy together.

On 15 February, I was at home and i invited my friends for birthday party. Though it was their responsibility to organize a surprise party for me, that would be memorable for me. But, they are very sluggish in doing some memorable things for me. Last year, in 2024, I also organized a party, and this year, too, i kept the tradition alive. I hope that next year, they will try to give me a surprise. My mother made biryani, kheer(rice pudding) for them, and i bought red velvet cake for the party. I celebrated my birthday among many wishes from my friends. Interestingly, these all friends are also on hive and it was more like a #hivemeetup.
That night, we tried our best to be children 😉. We played many games which we used to play during our childhood including hide and seek. We laughed a lot on truth and dare game. It was a night full of enjoyment.

Many days after, I came to Islamabad. I was sure that my university friends might have planned to give me a surprise party. Somehow, i was aware of the place they have decided because i know their minds. I know their eyes.

It was 22 February, raining outside and evening floating without having any sun on the edge of the skies. Under umbrella, we were walking. I reached on place at exact time but those friends who were supposed to give me surprise were not there.

What type of surprise was it?
Those who were supposed to give surprise, they were invisible and not available at that moment. I was getting a little angry but my two friends, who were standing with me, were more angry than me. That's why i absorbed my anger and looked at the positive sides of the picture. The positive side was that they were making efforts for me and giving me surprise (though i know, but it's still a surprise to be happy).

We waited for our mates. By walking in the market, we tried level best to kill the time. Sabiha was not feeling well, and she was with bad health. So, we thought to go inside the restaurant and sit over there until our friends arrived.

We went inside. A waiter came to us to take order, but we asked for time and told them that we are waiting for friends. They let us sit there. Basit and Sabiha both were sitting with mood off. I was trying to calm them down.
My other friends, who were late, called me and told me that they are stuck in heavy traffic because of cricket teams in Pakistan. I tackled the situation easily and suggested them to be at complete ease.

After two hours of wait, they arrived with beautiful smiles on faces, i know those smiles were heavy. They forced themselves to smile because it was my day. I also tried to smile and i did smiling.

They bought cake, candles and a crown for me 😉. I was about to become weird. I started acting weird. I was having anxiety that everyone is seeing me as i am wearing crown 👑.

With some smiles on faces, candles lit up on the cake. Restaurant played song "Happy Birthday To You". I received clappings and wishes from complete strangers too.

After cutting the cake, we ordered burgers and fries for all of us. Overall, burgers were large, but taste disappointed me a bit. I was expecting so much from these burgers.

We took some pictures in the restaurant and then we walked out.

We were supposed to sit somewhere and have some tea. But, mood of everyone was crazily off that's why we headed back to university. It is a bitter sweet memory.

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One fact was keep on popping in mind; Zebra's kick is so bad that it can even kill humans. Moreover, they can not become suitable workaholic animals like horses and donkeys.

I was blushing to see these zebras. I assume it's my first chance that i am seeing zebra so closely. This was pure treat to eyes that zebras were so close to grill even we can touch them.

Many people stopped their cars on the roadside, and they were also observing zebra's moments. Children were very happy to see them.

I am thankful to have such a mobile whose camera quality is really good, with it.I can zoom really well. I zoomed in his eyes, and it was like he was in tears.

We both laughed on many things. We laughed; What if they have painted donkeys with white and black. In this way, they are fooling many of us.

Zebras were tired of us. They wanted us to go home 😆. They understood that we, humans, are more animal in comparison to them. That's why they went back to their normal activity to eat.

Moaz was walking steadily. In this fasting month, we are fasting, so it was a little uncomfortable for both of us to stay under sun for so long. He was constantly saying to walk away from there because he wasn't fully enjoying it. But, i wanted to stay there and see every animal that is there.

In the next section, i found different types of deers. It was difficult for me to differentiate between them.

Through the fence, i can see their rock made huts and the area where they eat. Deers were sitting under the shade of trees. May be their rock made huts are much warmer than these open shades.

There was a cute dear with small horns. It was such a cutie that i wanted to hold him in my arms. His skin was looking more like a camel. He was busy with grass.

On the other side of the road, spring was showcasing its magical colors. Because of these colors, i love to stay in this city. The capital city of Pakistan is a dream city for me and, i know, for many other struggling people. I want to settle in this city. I wish i would become and fulfill my dreams one day, In sha Allah(By will of Allah).

In the next section, i found blackbucks, Antelope, and also known as Indian Antelope. From it's name it is clear that these Antelope are native to this region, including India and Nepal.

These blackbucks are also linked to culture in India and also depicted in the paintings and stories of the Mughal Empire. There is a famous Tomb of Antelope in Sheikhupura. It was built by Mughal emperor ''Jahangir".

These Antelopes were sitting on plain, under the sun, in the form of herd. It means that they live together and stay together. Unity can be observed from pictures.

In the last section, interestingly, I found only one deer. Its breed was different. Out of curiosity, i googled its photo, Reeves's muntjac, also known as a barking deer. I also learned that at the time of panic, it makes sound like barking. It's interesting.
Well, zoo exploration ended, but my eyes were demanding more to see.

Moaz clicked some good pictures of me. Now, you are going to just see my photos along with spring colors.

A year ago, i posed as i am hugging tree. I remember that @nanixxx called me tree hugger. May be she can recall that memory. This time, i tried to recreate that memory.

Blossoms were catching the heart. Flowers, overhead, shining in my eyes and their sweet fragrance was blending well in the air.

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_{All images are original}

It was chilling night of january (10-1-2025). We, class friends, went to a poetic,musical,literary event organized by Quaidian Library society. This event was "Sham-e-Urdu." Its literal meaning is the evening of Urdu(National language of Pakistan)

Right after having routine classes, I, along with Arshia, walked to the ground where the event was being organized. We walked through book stalls, but at that time, books were being packed and sellers were mapping their ways back home.

Night took over, and event started with warmth of fire lighting in the middle and with small lights on our heads. Moon was also floating in the ocean of night.

As we paid 150PKR as ticket so we received equivalence in the form of samosa and chai. Even i consumed the part of Arshia too. We laughed on jokes and laughed uselessly.

Lights jiggling beautifully above eyes and i was constantly darting my eyes to these lights. I was wearing black shalwar but missing my jacket or hoodie as it was cold weather. I might start trembling.

Out of blue, the Chinese delegation surprised us with their poetry and literary knowledge. We clapped and thanked them for being present that night. I am sure they enjoyed that appreciation and night.

After session of poetry, much awaited session of songs and music started. The whole environment of sitting changed when university's singers came up with guitars. They sang some classic and famous songs that are commonly connected to everyone.

Night was moving fast, and my friends walked and went back home. Here, i was not willing to go back to my boring room. I choose to stay there and live the moment with other like-minded people. Instruments were laid close to the stage area. I looked at decorations and praised them in my heart.

Officially, the event was closed, but a singer whose voice was soothing. If i can say anyone's voice like moon, then he was the one whose melodious voice moved me. I had tears in my mind and thoughts of my beloved in my mind, and my heart was beating with his voice. Chill of night was so strong that my legs started trembling, but i stayed there and stayed strong. I didn't want to go but rather to sit there and think about my beloved.
He was singing melodious ghazals(local music form specifically meant for beauty of women and beloved). Everyone was immersed into the moment. Even the passersby were standing and kept on coming from a distance.
I was looking at the faces, and in the eyes of people sitting around me and their situation and faces assured me that they loved at least once in their lives. Everyone was contributing something meaningful to the night. I was happy that quality people were sitting and they were appreciating the singer.
It was the first time in my life that i requested singer to sing a song(ghazal) of my will and he did. I can not explain it was an amazing feeling to feel that he sang on my request.

I got up from the event when everyone decided to go back. I was alone and walked with a stranger student. While walking, we had a discussion about poetry and music. Then i became the only one who was walking towards the hostel. It was around 2'O clock and suddenly i saw another function that was ending. Disco lights were shadowing to my eyes and glasses. I went in without an invitation. They were packing up, but students were dancing. I missed my friends. I thought; if they were here,I might dance too. I let everything go and walked away with a scared heart.

Today, i am sharing an excerpt of singer singing ghazal[Enjoy]>>>>

Greetings!
It was 21 February 2024. We traveled to the walled city of Lahore. There is no comparison to Lahore. I hold so much love for this city. I find my soul in geometrical patterns, and Lahore has those geometrical patterns.

Gates of shops were closed because it was prayer time. People went to pray, and we were visiting the androon[walled] Lahore.

I have rule -" Whatever you do, do it with full heart otherwise don't bother yourself."
But, that day, my friends were so speedy. They were doing exploration on 2x speed, which was insane. Even faces were rude to each other.

I let them go away and followed my heart. I went to Sabil wali Gali. It's a street adjoined to Delhi Gate. This street speaks history and aesthetically beautiful. It's all thanks to the government for highlighting the worn-out pages of history and investing in such projects.

Abdullah sahi @sahi1 was walking with me. I was happy that he was also enjoying and living these moments. He was admiring these decorations. He wanted to stay for long, but i knew that other pairs would be getting angry over us.

Soon, we came out of Sabil wali Gali and we started walking, a little faster, in the Bazaar. Bazaar was full of hustle bustle and life. People were walking, motorcycling, and running to complete their chores. The full vibrance of the bazaar was catching the heartbeat. I wanted to stop on every corner because every point contained a package of history.

Here comes the splendor facade of Masjid Wazir Khan. It is standing on an elevated plinth. On both sides of main facade, there are some shops that were part of "waqf"- it means that whatever rent from these shops will come, that will be used for renovation of Masjid and for other purposes related to Masjid. This entrance is inspired by persian architecture and called as iwan is a rectangular hall or space projecting from facade. It is prominent in persian architecture. Infact, this complete Masjid is inspired from persian architecture with local lahori architectural mixer.

I stood around the iwan, main gateway, for a while to observe and absorb the beauty of Kashi Kari(an architectural technique of tile work),fresco and calligraphy on the walls. This masjid's artwork is leaving every masjid behind.

By looking above on your head, you will see fresco work which are designed in Murqanas- its another persian architectural technique to make 3d designs.

The entrance leads me in an octagonal chamber, standing in the middle of waqf bazar shops. A beautifully adorned light was hanging in the middle of the chamber.
We both took off our shoes and submitted them to a person who was sitting there in order to take care of the shoes.

Sun rays were striking on face while stepping into the main courtyard. Renovation of minarets was going on. It was the best time to visit. We were lucky enough that there was almost no one. Only a few visitors were walking and closing seeing the walls.

Moazam came to me and he said; let's go from here, there's nothing see.
His statement left me opened mouth. How he cannot see the beauty of geometrical patterns and how he can be so ignorant person? This was really strange. I am so blessed to have eyes and to witness the beauty of masjid. It was my third visit to masjid but i was more excited than my pervious times. I looked at minarets and domes. I saw the bricks that were pressed in patterns and sequence.

This building (above) was the main purpose for the construction of the masjid. Previously, there was a small shrine of a sufi saint Miran Badshah. Later on, Hakim Ilm ud din who is also known as Wazir khan built this masjid. It took many years from 1635 to 1641.
Ok, while standing under the roof of this tomb, we met a British writer. She writes about architecture and she told us that these octagonal structures on the roof are representing the transition between duniya(this world) and jannah(the world after). She also told us about her new launching book and requested us to come to literary fest. It was nice meeting with her.

Prayer hall was heavily decorated with different architectural styles, techniques and with fresco work. Calligraphy on the walls was so synchronized that it left thoughts in our mind-" how they made everything without any mistake in Geometry?"

Behind every motif, every design, pattern and floral fresco work, there is a complete concept. I often thought that why there are so many floral pattens and illustrations of fruits on the walls of Mughal Masjids? Thankfully, i got my answer that these designs are referring to the Heaven. In Quran, Heaven is described as world with fruits and everything. Everything includes infinite things that are not even allowed in this world.

When we came out of the masjid, we stopped to see the paintings displayed next to the calligraphy shops. There was a funny thing happend;
I took permission from the artist to take picture of the art work and he gave me permission. Along with me, Abdullah sahi also took a click. On this act, artist addressed sahi and told him to submit 70,000 PKR as fine because he didn't take permission.
Over it, sahi was frightened and he was looking afraid. On seeing his face, the artist laughed and said, " I was kidding.

I also sat on a vibrant Rickshaw that was parked near the Masjid and posed for a picture.

On my way back, i found many colors in the bazaar. Like these parandas hanging on the wall.

I hope you loved this travel💫
Ramadan Mubarak to everyone!
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Finally, i reached my destination. It's a community center where the movie is displayed every weekend. I listened; Within one hour, we will be playing our movie.

In the meantime, I interacted with some familiar faces and with some unfamiliar faces. We laughed on jokes and shared some thoughtful things with each other. I got compliments about my speaking skills. One mate complimented; "Taha, you should be a content creator on youtube"
This is what i have been trying to do for a long time, but i have been procrastinating for a long time.

Well, within some time, music started sailing in our ears. But, to be honest, these strings and music were eerie to my ears. I was like those musicians were trying really hard to be singers, but in reality, they were not. Listeners were also sort of forced to listen. I was passing some weird smiles and laughed with shrieking voice.

To distract myself, I was looking at the clouds that were taking new shapes, forms, and colors. Evening was about to fall. The special thing about this event was that the director of the movie was also present there and sitting at the back. He was sort of nervous about the response.

After some music, we all sat down, and the projector started. As we sat down to watch, electricity played with us. It was all dark around us and hotting started. The owner of society told us that they intentionally switched off so that we can play games with you. But, all of us were aware that electricity went off. I found that i wasn't alone who was hungry but my mates, sitting along with me, were also craving for food. That's why, we walked to food points. Twist came when we all took out our cards and not having cash. Food point was not accepting card payments and they gave us loaded fries for free.

While, eating fries, we were walking in the sector and witnessing some street talents. An old person was playing melodious strings on rubaab.

Soon, light came, and everything around us got lit up. We all ran to the community center, and there was a wanna be singer who was playing guitar. He was playing well but his singing skills were crying.

After the performance of the singer, projector again lit up and we all were hopeful that we can watch full movie in this second try. Honestly, movie was 10/10. I was not expecting this much twist, climax, refinement, and supreme storytelling from local cinema. But, this short film proved me wrong. It succeed to made me remain attentive and suspenseful throughout the film.
In the end, the director and writer came on the stage, and he was utterly happy to see such an overwhelming response.

That's how my movie day ended!

Clouds were boiling cold water to throw on the face of earth. Sweepers were cleaning the ground and football teams were gathering up in football ground. I was slow in scanning everything happening around me.

My friend @moaz-sabir was sitting in exam hall. I had nothing to do except to walk around and obsessing every mundane thing. Things were calm. No chaos, less people and windy environment. I walked out of university and entered the premises of the railway station. This station was small and new.

I entered back in university. I had to kill this time. Some playful voices were passing through my ears. It was football teams playing in the ground. I sat beside the boundary and starting observing players. These were teams from embassies of different nations. This particular thing was quite impressive to witness. In my university, i have never seen such international collaborations. May be such things would be happening in my university and i missed them by chance.
It started raining and teams stopped playing. They started packing their items. I walked to see departments in the university.

Upstairs,
It was fashion design and textile design's departments. Though these designs were fascinating but it didn't impress me that much.

These textile contributions are done by students whose names are mentioned on the board. This particular piece of work reminded me of Snow White. Am i right? She is boiling something. May be her designing skills.

Every embroidery artwork was triggering ideas in my mind. Mind thinks in the form of movies or images. We don't think in words. Thoughts took shape of movie in my mind. This particular embroidery work reminded me of dual faces of people. All of us have three faces;

• One in society
• Second in family
• Third in solitude( this face of us is the real one,without filter)

We all use to draw something in our childhood. Most common drawing of our childhood consists of home,sun,mountains and valley. The above embroidery work reminded me of that childhood drawings. That time was so peaceful but we were eager to crawl towards the puberty.

I can see complex,queer sort of design. It is definitely artistically confused and beautiful design. This design made me stand for constant mintues and to think about these complications. The snake appearance was making this design more appealing.

On another notice board, some childlike drawings were glued up. These were giving lessons of nature and environment.

Beautifully managed ground of university made me stop. I was standing close to mirror and seeing the star made with plants moulding. Private universities are good in making things look uniform. But, in government universities, things are non-uniformed,unmanaged, and broken somehow.

Thank God! Moaz completed his exam and he joined me to visit the department. On that day, i wrote on whiteboard;

After so long, i am trying to back on the writing desk. It's difficult to take start after long vacation and procrastination.
Weeks ago, I went with my friend. He had to give interviews to different schools for teaching internships. In between these travels, we enjoyed some broken, unplanned, and half moments. These moments are now part of cherishable memory.

That day, We went to one extreme of the city. It was a remote village. We entered a government primary school where the interview happened. Once we were done with the interview , we traveled to Head Sagar. We bought Samosa Chat from a famous local shop and sat on the rocks. Sunlight was smirking on our faces.

"Open this package( in which samosas are resting)," I said. Set them on unrest. We started eating samosa along with sauce while sunlight was playing hide and seek with us.

Such a beautiful day with water and light. It was relax time to sit and to talk about life. We discussed random things related to life and shared some thoughts on goals.

After having a discussion, we stood up and captured some photos. It almost became my hobby to capture things. I am more into the art of noticing things around. Usually, this place( Head Sagar) remains crowded, but now we have found a peaceful place to sit and talk.

Around the evening, We came back our village and i stepped into the mustard fields. The fragrance of these flowers was dancing in the air and i can feel it around me.

Next day, it was another day to explore something unexplored. We went to extreme side of city. It was unexpected and out of blue. We stopped our bike in the middle of fields as there was no bike way to go. We walked in the fields to catch the sights of river. It was a different experience for me and for my friend. He was little afraid as it was a little strange area to our senses but i am daring. I kept on insisting to walk.

Finally, we reached the spot. There was no one. Litterally, no one. Machines and people were visible from a little much distance. One branch of river was flowing infront of our eyes. It was peaceful evening time with no human intervention. Still, my friend was saying me to walk away from this beautiful and calming site.

It was only water and sky that was captured by my eyes. I dipped my hands in the water and water made its noise. It might be a usual thing but unusual for me as it was not expected that day. We were litterally on the edge with no humans and no homes. This was beautiful.

I zoomed out camera and captured these machines on work. I was observing people's movement through camera. I wanted to cross this water barrier but i was knew that my friend won't allow me cause he is getting late.

On the time of writing, i am sort of having regret that i should have crossed that water barrier and should take lived experience of the moment that was on the other side. But, it's sometimes okay to leave things at the moment and go away.

See you next 💫

It was 15th december, Sunday probably, I was sitting in my room without any intention to go out, but my heart was craving to have some sort of enjoyment.

My friend called me and invited me to attend an event, Tamasha( All Universities Dramatic Event).

I don’t have any tickets for the event, how can i come?

He replied, "Just come, I will manage, I am in management."

Not any means to go...... luckily, another mate called me who was going to the same event. He requested me to go with him.

Why not....... I will definitely go!

Boom, Boom ( Motorcycle is exceling)
Reached and crossed the entrance door. Got a ticket without even paying money. A little luxury with links 😆.

An iconic, big, and beautiful building of Pakistan National Council of Arts. A building that helped me to recall December of last year. It's my second dramatic event after a year in the same building.

Thought of the evening( Sooner, it will be a night full of chill waves and cool winds, lovely).
I stepped into the main area.
Classical musical instruments resting behind glass panel. Thoughts pumped in my mind.

Move______

Performance was going on. Theatre was red with lights, and the audience was murmuring. I can hear a little on going chaos.

On the stage, it was another level of choas. Tramps, people, specifically villagers and graveyard. This setting and play reminded me of a play "Waiting for Godot". It's about God and existence. Have you read it?

We are questioning our existence and life. Mate, you have life, then live it, you will find meaning.

The play was really moving. Clapping echoed in the hall. I saw people who were of my acquaintance and standing somewhere, waving and smiling at me.

Many dramas, acts, and plays are incaptured but lindering in my memories. I can still recall the scene of one in which one actor was hanging with a rope. What an impactful and long-lasting act that was!

Musical band "Malal" popped up on stage. Lightings changed, the environment shifted, and we all became ready for music.

I was sitting almost at the last seat of the hall, unable to see faces and expressions. My eyesight is very weak, and mobile is pushing it to the worst stage. I zoomed in camera and observed the faces of artists.

Their performance was 10/10. Not aware of others, but i lived and enjoyed those fleeting moments. If things would be in my hand, i might have stopped seconds, minutes and hours of time. I am helpless.

Guitars were sharp and music was blending in my blood. I didn't want to walk out at such climax, but my friends were saying again and again- "Let's go back hostel, and we are hungry too".
I didn't want to leave that event at such a moment, but i left it.

Came out of auditorium and greeted musical instruments that were packed inside glass. Inside auditorium, chaos was evident but that chaos was pretty much good and enjoyable one.

We parked our bikes at the F7 sector. As you know, we were hungry. To squeeze this hunger, we ordered fast food 😋 and enjoyed it amidst the noise of people sitting around. After ages, i had dinner with these old friends.

See you next 💫 😘

Its passage made me curious to go and see the situation at the train's station. I have visited train station but never witnessed train stopped at train station. This time, i got a chance, and i didn't want to miss it.

I ran fast and madly as if i had to catch the train. Yes, i had to see the nervousness, anxiousness, and excitement on the faces of people. I left my friend behind me and kept running until i reached the person who was holding a red flag in his hand.

I asked that person, who was holding a red flag in his hand;
In how much time, train will leave?
Do you want to go? He replied.
I walked away silently as i didn't want to go. Deep down, i wanted to travel in train, but i didn't have a ticket.

I sat down on a bench and started looking at green train and people who were sitting on benches. People were sitting inside train with their faces out and some were standing at the gates. Some were carrying their luggage inside.

Quite hustle bustle and life was roaming around me. I was little out of breath as i ran, but i was reclaiming my out going air.

Right after five minutes, Train reseumed it's journey and it took 5 minutes to move away from eyes, as this old train is lazy and slow moving.
But, some people were still there. Many of them were sitting, on phone calls, on mobile phones, busy with observation, in talks and some walks.

My friend joined me. He got busy with mobile but i was looking at a boy who was peddling cycle. He stopped around the water cooler. He was searching for water but he didn’t find water in water cooler. Sooner, his mother joined him and he walked away with his mother and cycle.

One person was successful in catching my almost 90 percent attention. He was different a little as he was on call and a little loud to whom i can lend my ears. I was looking at him again and again.

I got up and decided to take a round of train station. A blackboard was hanged with the day timetable mentioned on it with chalk. It reminded me of old school days when blackboard was a common thing in academic settings. Now, it is almost impossible to find some.

I stepped towards office in which no one was sitting. Actually officer just got up infront of my eyes and he walked a little away. In the meantime, i took a picture. I am little fast in doing such things.

We started walking away from the train station because there were many areas and buildings to explore. These surroundings of railway station are directly or indirectly in link with railway station. I mean they come under the premises of railway Station.

I can just guess about this white round structure. May be it's water supplier or tank. Or may be it has different purposes in railway. Probably, a forgotten page in railway's diary.

I think this iron rustic structure serves the purpose to oversee the train. It's similar to Lighthouse in the sea. It gives direction to trains.

A cottage type structure made with metal. This was interesting and appealing to eyes. It's actually different from other buildings, but it was locked. Well, i captured some clicks.

At last, we decided to walk back but i stopped when i saw the gaze of a little boy who was standing near the ticket booth. His eyes were curious and hopeful.

We both were walking at the back of train station where autumn was still showing its colors with leaves falling on the roof and doors were closed.

Another cottage but I am walking away. Let me go!

See you next 💫