Much like the hidden parts of our souls, we cannot hope to find something completely original and unspoiled without wandering off the map. I give myself the freedom to explore anything that catches my attention.
All the world’s a stage, but I’ve never been fond of stages.
Getting an early growth spurt gives you a few years where you’re considered tall for your age. For me, it meant that I always got chosen (against my will, mind you) to play the mother. Whether it was Goldilocks or Hamlet, I was always the mother.
The one time when I wasn’t the mother (there was no mother in it, pffft), I was the flamingo.
The last play of my short-lived acting career was a musical about war where I was, you guessed it, the mother. All I had to do was walk up the stage, cry over a little boy pretending to be dead, pick him up and make an exit.
But I didn’t know how to cry on cue. So every day during rehearsals, I would sit on the stage, put my head down and laugh at the absurdity of my situation. The longer I sat there, the harder I laughed. And every day, I walked off the stage to get a thumbs up, “Good job!” I had started writing this because I wanted to make a point, but I went off on a tangent and now I don’t remember why I wrote all of this. So let’s just pretend that this was a reminder to embrace the absurdity of life while enjoying the view.
This is swaike lake, in the vibrant colours of spring season.
I have never seen such crystal clear water before, near any urban area and unfortunately people are polluting it with plastic bags and garbage.
Swaike lake is located near chakwal city and within just 15 minutes driving distance from m2 motorway kalarkahar.