By Misal Shahzad
My first visit to Lahore that is also called the city of lights was a year ago. It felt as though it was the time of partition helped me to remember the allotment on 14 august 1947 when Pakistan and India were separated. The primary point where I reached after I arrived was Minar e Pakistan which is opposite Minar e Pakistan Badshahi masjid. In the wake of performing my prayers, I ventured to every part of the entire old Lahore. Visiting the streets from one to another.
It looked so beautiful in the old walled city where there were energetic shades of kite flying, individuals working and offering garments. The little kites were hanging in each shop. Strolling down the road I went over food bazaar, where the culinary specialist was occupied with cooking Keema, Palau, Biryani, fish, BBQ and what not? The fragrance simply watered my mouth and I was constrained by the heavenly odor to eat once more. After sustenance, I was presented with Kashmiri chai, the most prominent beverage of Lahore individuals.
Later I halted to a shop where there were an excessive number of adornments, garments, the general population was exceptionally inviting. I purchased a dress for an extremely cheap rate. Later someone instructed me to visit the sacred shrines where the individuals visit a great deal from everywhere around the world, individuals come there and implore.
I went by Shahi Qila which is right besides the Badshahi masjid. Anarkali bazar was named after the Mughal court maid Anarkali who was bound since she had an unsanctioned romance with Mughal prince Saleem who later became the ruler of India with the name of Jahangir. The history simply invigorated my brain like everything happened today. The stories I used to peruse in the books got genuine, made me feel so great.
Later the rickshaw driver told me the stories of old Lahore. How the partition occurred, baba ji (driver) told me about the mainstream Shalimar garden, where I sat for some time and chose to keep in touch with a few recollections. Later, the driver took me to the well-known bazaar (moti entryway, Anarkali market) where you can get Indian sari, eatables, mehndi, bangles and so forth without much of a stretch.
The time was running too quick I didn’t understand it was an ideal opportunity to twist up and backpedal. However, my visit was a vital excursion. At whatever point I think it makes me feel everything happened yesterday. Individuals are right about Lahore (jine Lahore ni takiye , o jamia he nai ) implies the person who hasn’t seen Lahore hasn’t encountered anything.