Rawalpindi
Story: The city where I was born-Zainab
I am sitting here, holding laptop in my hand and wondering, which city should I write about first, every single city seems to me, as its somewhere belongs to me, as I am from an army family and my father being posted to almost all the places of the country, I can contribute a story about every city, the dust of every city makes me believe as if I belong from there….
I would open my story from the city where I was born, and have spent a lot of years of my existence. Rawalpindi, a city of energetic citizens, a city that gave me my most unforgettable and astounding recollections, I memorize when I was a child I use to play in the streets, un feared, no uncertainties, no tensions , just a bicycle and lengthy boulevard.
Walking down the blocks of city, every one gets a sensation of serenity, tranquility comforting and engaging, as if the city it self is saying “come here am yours” every place has its own unique satire, from the disciplined army cantonments to busy mall road, from vivacious parks to busy streets. Every place has its own tranquility...
When I look back to my childhood and now, many things have altered like buildings, roads, places. But what still is there the “inviting feeling, serenity the peaceful satire”. Just love walking down each and every road of my city …
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