Behind the scenes of Mardan tour-FBF

One beautiful aspect of time is that when it passes, then it turns into magic. It takes the shape of memory that can further take the shape of either a smile or a tear into our eyes. There could be a third case ; remaining neutral but holding a lot of flashbacks into your mind winds.

Isn't time more like Energy and it is reminding me of concept from Physics - Conservation of Energy, that Energy remains the same, but it changes its forms.

These all thoughts came into my mind when i was scrolling through my mobile's gallery and stopped around photos that i captured on 1st December 2024.

Getting up early in the morning is still an anomaly for me and Basit is still my that type of friend who is enigma for me but many things have changed in this course of time.

I can recall perfectly that with how much difficultly, while stopping my mobile to ring on the command of the alarm that i set, I got up. I hesitated but i couldn't sleep again as it was pre planned. Surprisingly, this plan was mine. So, there was no backdoor and i wasn't allowed to take U-Turn.

I did fighting with my sleep. Got ready and then we went to bus station.

You might be wondering where i was going?
Be with me.... slowly, slowly.... i will tell everything.

Had breakfast on the Faizabad station.

It was our Tour to Takht-i-Bahi Buddhist monasteries. But, this blog is more about behind the scenes 😆 and memories that i am able to recall.

Though my face is looking fresh in photos, Is so?

But, i wanted to close my eyes and dizziness was running madly in my mind. I struggled and kept on reminding me that- I am going to unexplored City Mardan.

May be you have seen that photo in which I am in air but you have missed behind the scenes. We reached to our destination. Sleep was coming along way. It was not escaping any time and situation.

But, at this exact moment, the level of sleep was declining, and to balance that decline, Excitement approached me. I did strong hand shake with Excitement.

_{There was a huge complex of Buddhist monasteries. I have already published that blog. You can check here.}

No, Food isn't actually the memory but the food partner, the environment, surrounding and time translates into a beautiful and ever living memory. Like this... i remember, how assertively, Basit claimed "That Particular Shop has the best Pulao". Though i don't know.

Then we tried Dahi Bhallay a food item that i cannot translate but yes, i can tell that it uses Yogurt.

In the dusk, we decided to go back. Though I wanted to spend even night in that city because there were many areas that attracted me to explore. I found some other historical places but Basit was in hurry to rush back.

On the way back, we were sitting like we were compressed in a jar but i managed 😆. We bought oranges that also translated into memory.

At very last, we had dinner in Rawalpindi. I want to re- live Mardan city and My tour.

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Happy Flashback Friday 🫠🙃