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More than a decade ago, a rather young and vibrant soul of mine in –teen years took a twist. In words of Rumi, “No, I’m not roaming aimlessly around the streets and bazaar. I’m a lover, searching for his beloved”. For the first time in my life, I were to travel to Lahore – a “crush” city for millions of us living hundreds of miles away from it. With unprecedented butterflies in my stomach, I set off towards, well dare I say, towards the “would-be, love of my life.” Just as we approached the marvel city, a unique giddy feeling started to creep in. At the moment, I brushed it off by thinking it was merely an excitement of finally getting to see Lahore. But it was more than that. I entered into this holy grail to never get out of it ever again. Coincidentally, the famous old cliché “Jinnay Lahore naii vykhyaa, o jammiyaa e naii” was over too. But “never knew that it could mean so much”. Awestruck by aura, my heart was slowly and silently leaving its place - By the pull of something unknow...

  Let us pause the passing seconds... Let us merge the contrasting emotions.. Sense of victory, yet feeling lost.. We've won but at what cost... Divided by destiny, like departing routes.. United by hearts, like library roundabout.. Divided by cities, the wandering souls.. Gelled by thoughts, the glittering golds... Cramming the syllabus, craving for tour... Worth the fuss, the exams' fever.. The sleepy days, the waking nights.. There's nothing like the hostel sights.. Don't cry because its descending over.. Let's smile, because it happened, forever..