Exclusive to what I have told you, there is something different that I have felt in you. What could be that? I have often asked myself but the answer is evasive. I remember, some years ago when some of my friends came over to my village for spending a few days with me during holidays, they asked me to show them something different in my area. I could not think where to take them. Some sixty kilometers south of my Village, there is a hilly terrain separating Sindh from Balochistan and I have always liked that area because of its aloofness and because in the heart of my hearts I always have this feeling that if Alexander could have gone to Balochistan (Sindh at his times) he should have passed through these mountains. It is serene to the core and its like nature at its tranquility.
I took them to Moen-jo-daro late in the night instead. It was a moonlit night and we were on adventure to be with the people of dead era during the darkness. History is my passion and geography my love. I have always imagined how people would have lived their lives in their respective times. Moen-jo-daro of course is a hell of past glamourous civilization. I was amazed myself to see the ruins crying at the vanity of this world when we were sitting around the stupa over-looking the entire city of the dead. Next, we were sitting on the walls relaxing and imagining the times gone-bye when all of sudden I felt like turning on the radio. Doordarshan was playing “Kiya karte thay saajna, tum hum se door reh ke” The impact was powerful enough to send shiver to our spines. Talking to you, I felt myself sitting on those walls again!