Pathless…
From the Blog mera-visionOften I wonder of the road not taken… I seek what the traveler saw… On the bend of woods.. Or by river crook… I wonder… what if? There was no path to choose… All that he really saw… Glimpse of weary life… Angels of fate… Laughing at… False hopes? Woven by a an aching heart… […]pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
Lahut Valley
From the Blog odysseuslahoriOne of the most unforgettable journeys of my life was the time (December 1983) I rode the bus from Lea Market, Karachi to the shrine of Shah Noorani (henceforth SN) in the Lahut valley (Lasbela district, Balochistan). The bus was a beat-up pile of rattling tin sheets; the men rode on the roof, the women, children and the goats and sheep inside. Departing Lea Market well after the scheduled time, we left Hub Dam Road just short of the dam, and turned into the bush. The trail was clearly marked and some devotee had set up stainless steel rice dish distance markers in order to win merit with SN. Now, the trail is criss-crossed with streams and every time our old rattletrap descended into one, a self-appointed cheerleader (of sorts), set up the cry, ‘Bolo, bolo, bolo, jeay Shah!’ Ipakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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