That morning, I had returned to those familiar fields, to explore that bridge on the old alignment of Grand Trunk Road; a bridge frequented by Muhgal Kings, and other Kings who were not Mughal, their royal entourages and battle expeditions; a bridge that had witnessed a Mughal Coronation.
… from the beloved waters of Ravi to Khizri Gate
exploring the bits and pieces of the city wall
and thence to remaining gates of the walled city
Gates of Lahore, both surviving and detroyed, countless dwellings – doorways – window sills, and equally countless stories. An afternoon drift to explore city’s topophilia.
… and here we have a parable that goes by claiming that there was a place that, in meditation and spiritual seeking, outdid even the grand significance of Balkh and Bukhara, and it existed right here, in the city of hearts, the City of Lahore.
pleasures of discovering and tracing back the route on (ab)original footprints …
Memoirs from Thal, a travel across Waziristan, and the tales from The Frontier Scouts; a force d’élite…
The tale of meeting a martyr from the war of independence in 1857. A tale of exploring Jhamra and Syyedwala.
From the Scottish Highlands to Mainland Punjab following the essence of freedom. The tale from 1857 War of Independence in West Punjab. The tale of an epic encounter: Kharal vs Berkley