Oh! Nadia, you just don't know what you have done.... :) You have brought so many fond memories of my childhood by posting the pictures of places where I grew up..If I were to start writing, it would take me several pages on each picture...sitting thousands of miles away and looking at very trails where I and friends used to play, is just a very very sweet and special feeling.
I don't think no place can be as special as Taxila..whether, it was Sirai Kala's one-box-room railway station, where the cuckoo train used to stop each night around mid-night..and while on sleep over with friends, we used to throw blankets on top of us in a dark room, just to get scared by its whistle..or those bright sunny spring mornings when we used to ride our bikes through these very trails amidst the ruins of Sirsukh and Sirkap..and then playing hide and seek around Taxila's museum building..which is an architectural gothic masterpiece...orthe GT road we used to take to spend weekends in Islamabad.
Those lovely crisp mornings in winters, when you could see snow on the mountains of Abbottabad, and gathering at bus stops, and then an hour ride on a school bus to Hassanabdal..and all that feeling of nervousness, if the homework wasn't finished.. :0
The sweet smell of orange groves in abundance all over, lush green meadows and natural springs that run wild in the area..alas! so many things I miss about Taxila.. but none more than the friends and families with whom we spent all this lovely time..I can just go on and on..
Thank you so much, and truly appreciate it. I just don't have any words ..you really made it very special ..