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Nose submerged in beads of sweat and taking in long, deep breaths of chilly autumn air, I set my foot abut the trunk of an alpine. Amber rays break through the tawny midday sun at its apex—blanketing the small, lonely yet serenely beautiful town I call home; revealing its classic simplicity in all glory whilst highlighting innate imperfections admired just as much as its untouched beauty running abreast. Eyes aglow and transfixed, taking in the panorama view with nature’s ambient music of a trickling stream afield, striking stridulations of mountain crickets ambushed behind Chir Pines with their soft rustlings and sweet singing of House Sparrows, kindling every nerve in my body while drawing it into an eclipse with my soul. I feel the gush of wind from northward lovingly caressing my cheek—perhaps having passed through a myriad of solemn towns, happy towns— cities throbbing with warmth and life, districts with heart-wrenching tales—carrying the atoms of every one of them; each with

~Majestic & Magical I am su re you have romanticized cliché towns and cities all across Europe and America and yearn to visit them all, one day. Speaking from my personal experiences in Europe— which holds a very special place in my heart because of majority of my early and late childhood summers spent there at long stretches; I would say that certain places you may have heard not much about showcase such uniqueness and beauty of a peculiar kind which I never saw in France, Belgium, England, Holland, Luxembourg, and even Germany– to some extent. No doubt the above listed is wonderful and even more spectacular than what one sees on media or through another person’s eye, but there is one place that sets apart. So much that it was even spared by Hitler because of its rare aestheticism. You may even have heard much about it but not on an overrated scale and that is the city I can describe accurately in two words— majestic and magical! It is none other than Prague–

~The Elements Of Admiration You walk around in a frantic flood of thought of your own, come across a person– dynamic. Either they are central to your life or merely an acquaintance. A hidden part of you intensely admires them on the inside. It could be the way their voice, as soft as silk– caresses the mind of any being, including you, making everyone feel as though they are glorified and loved by all. Every day, you pass by them– probably while obliviously walking your dog or hurriedly running through your backyard as you prepare for mornings and work. Perhaps you sleep by their side or maybe even share blood with them. They stay uprightly attentive mostly, and maybe rarely or usually even await your presence with an expectation– but every single time, as the words try hard to effortlessly slip out of your mouth: “Can I take you out for tea today?” Or “I appreciate how you somehow make my life more important,” or even something as small and simple yet genuine as— I love you , so

~Golden Grains Our life is an hourglass-- hours pour out like grains of golden sand, little by little. Now if you did something worth the hour, then you would not feel devastated at the lost hour. Just as how one feels content and fulfilled after spending time of blissfulness with a friend and then the hour pours out and you ought to let it go and say 'good bye'. I am pretty sure that you would feel the great weight of worth of that hour spent. And then, very frequently you may collide with the passing hour of guilt and regret because of not doing justice to that hour by spending it improperly. Sneaky glances at the wall clock, nervous and repeated tapping of the foot and empty promises to yourself of "Just one last episode," can put you in deep, deep trouble-- I mean it. Procrastination is like a drug; you would never recognize its intensity unless it is over with. Its high tides hit you like Megatsunami . And it is appalling how it does not seem to sink in u

~Are You Truly Patriotic ? Upcoming cricket match or FIFA? Beast mode. Paint your nation's flag across your face and arms and leave no sign of skin. Honk your horns across the city, loud enough for even the deaf to hear. Go wild over each wicket or goal. Throw parties for your "beloved" country after each victory. Call yourself a patriot! Independence Day soon? Great! Start thinking hard on your oh-so-tearful status update on your "beloved" country. Spend hundreds of bucks on clothing of your flag colors. Prepare for that two-long hour drive to catch a glimpse of fireworks. And yes, do not forget to shout to the world on being a proud citizen. Call yourself a patriot! Politics? Rage. Spit your opinions. Enforce your views-- convince. Become a know-it-all and an "expert" all of a sudden. Do not forget to vote because after all, you want the best for your "beloved" country. Call yourse

~Judgement without Experience My hollow stomach twisted in crippling anxiety as my thoughts fled to my expected travel to the United States on January 25, 2017. Why?-- you may ask. I had quite a few valid reasons that explain my extreme paranoia. First of all, the fresh emergence of widespread Islamophobia across the west which would certainly target me because of my recent adoption of a headscarf. Not just that, the most bigotry of all took office of such a diverse nation which I truly looked up to as my second-home and sadly, it could now be lost. It does not end just here; the very day I flew out, Donald Jr. Trump passed an executive order of banning Muslims from seven countries-- most of them neighboring my country, Pakistan (thankfully not among the seven). So you see, my panic was genuine as discrimination against me was definitely inevitable. Fear and uproar spread across social media, violent protests and marches dominated Washington D.C-- also coincidentally being my de

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