They said that you haven’t seen a Heaven on earth. I claimed that I did, which stood true until I actually saw a Heaven on earth.
After spending a lot of money on my tour to Ireland and later Dubai, a moment of realization struck me and I decided to explore Pakistan’s northern areas. A friend of mind is an avid traveler and likes to spend a week or so in northern areas of Pakistan almost every year. I due to certain reasons cannot travel with her so I decided why not go along with my family. We decided to spend a night in Islamabad and then start our heavenly voyage [I must confess that I was pretty clueless and unsure about the beauty that awaited me. I pretty much relied on the stories told by my friends and pictures taken by their cameras which I thought were edited.]
So from Islamabad, we finally began our humid journey as it was August and things have to be humid because the Mother Nature says so. Due to my lack of interest in knowing the routes we were to take up, I remember dribs and drabs of our journey which include a very prominent stop over at a railway station, some cows, actually many cows, Hassan Abdal, Abbottabad, Mansehra, Hazara, Wah Cantt [not necessarily in the same order though] and then Haripur. Yes, Haripur. O My God, Haripur. My memory couldn’t be clearer about anything but Haripur. I don’t think so that I have seen a road so gorgeous. It was a stunning road with trees, on the left and right, bowing down their lush green stems as if they were welcoming us. As if they were sheltering us from the blistering sun as the sun was pretty much busy with battling against thick clouds, much like ice cream scoops, to show its enormity. However, the clouds defeated the sun and kept us safe from the could-be-oh-so-blistering-hot situation. On the left and on the right side, the lush green fields were fluttering with the cool breeze. Their momentary static position made me feel as if lush green carpets were covering the extended plains of Haripur. And how can I forget the enormous mountains that guarded Haripur, not bowing but standing out with pride. The sheltered Hairpur, the bowing trees, the lush green fields, the enormous mountains, and the hide and seek of clouds and sun, no wonder Haripur overwhelmed me!
Some visuals [probably not going to help you visualize what I did]
Not sure when am I going to writer Part 2 and many other parts to come.