No need to shop till you drop!
No denying about old being gold but sadly, not everyone believes in it!
Few years ago, it was hard to imagine that a foreigner would dare to even step inside Pakistan, all because of violence and terrorism in the my beloved country. That era was definitely a dark one in our history and wiping it off wasn’t so easy.
What books are to mind is what food and water to body.
Let’s go bit off the track for this one, shall we?
A friend of mine, who lives in Islamabad, has made a habit of enjoying a meal once every Ramadan in Kartarpura, a food street of Rawalpindi.
Dating back to the pre-partition era of 1940s, this place is known for its exotic local, aka desi, delicacies and varieties.
This is the view of outside my home. Beside two parked cars and a motorbike (they aren’t mine), you can notice a cart and a guy. That cart is full of fresh seasonal vegetables belongs to that guy, named Khalid. He is my neighborhood’s vegetable seller.
What I like most about my city, Karachi?
The neat blend of forgotten and old times with today’s world!
The Karachi walla recently visited an antique market and captured the essence of a long gone era.