Lahore, The City of Hearts
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The architectural finesse of Wazir Khan Mosque of Delhi Gate
The mysterious Mughal courtesan. Our heroine of city legend, Anarkali of Lahore
A Gurdwara, a Smadh, a bit of history
Guru's Langar
and the traditional Rs.20 offering (ਭੇਟ)
An Unlikely Border Agreement
The last ditch stand by 16 Punjab
The story of a demolition
The Battles of 3 Jat and 3 Baloch
mapping the Royal Mughal Highway, from Shahu di Garhi to Manhala of Khan-i-Khanan to the home edge of 'no man's land' on India-Pakistan border. meeting the Jahangiri Kos Minars of Lahore
stories from the war of September 1965 on Lahore front
revisiting Major Raja Aziz Bhatti Shaheed
and other soldiers and monuments
... from the beloved waters of Ravi to Khizri Gate, exploring the bits and pieces of the city wall, and thence to the remaining gates of '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.
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.
The ruins of an ancient haveli in Padhana, at Pakistan - India borders have some tales to unfold...
Once there was, once there wasn't... Time was a commodity held aplenty with people. For when people traveled they longed for people and places and when they eventually came across, sitting together and talking to each other wasn't a sin.
to friendship, to valour, to sacrifice!
Had no idea of Iqbal as Peer Sahab, was made aware of it and inspired to take on the pilgrimage on the night it mattered the most....
a soul that undertook a travel in order to be fed, sheltered and taught, the wise way...
A story of one blessed night, an account of getting pulled to the devotees of the divine, and the misery of returning empty handed...
The idea of scaling The Mall Road on foot might sound absurd, one crazy thought and it was for the inherent insanity of the idea that we fell for it.
An account of transitioning into a random social group and our flirting with the peripheries of Lahore...
نمی دانم کُجا رفتم
Exploring 'Raja Gidh' took us out, to Lawrence Garden, scorching village of Chandra, and the graveyards of Gulberg, the scorching fields of Sheikhupura. Hopelessly floundering among the graves of the past, both marked and unmarked, we were to discover a dead end!
... notes on life
An evening of revelation at Lahore, over a few cups of tea and puffs, at Chai Kafee aur Siasat