“The first visit to a big city from a small place is the entrance to a full world.”
I was born in small town where I passed my childhood. As a boy, I always desired to visit a big city. I went to Lahore for the first time when I was sixteen years old. I reached the railway station of Lahore in the morning with my father. I was surprised to see its size and architectural beauty (beauty of the construction of the building). There were a number of big platforms with high roofs over them. Each platform had TV sets presenting a variety of programmes. My father hired a taxi for Mozang. The taxi was running along the broad and fine roads of Lahore. I was surprisingly pleased to see big shops and buildings on both the sides. I felt as if I were having a pleasant dream.
I stayed with my uncle at his house in Mozang for about two weeks. My father and uncle took me with them to the historical places in the city. I saw the Lahore Fort, the Badshahi Mosque, Nur Jahan’s Tomb and the Shalimar Gardens. I also strolled (walked at ease) through the Jinnah Gardens, the Race Course Park and some other famous parks. I went to the fashionable areas of the city like Gulberg and Shadman. There I felt as if I were in America or Europe.
I visited some schools and colleges in the city. They had grand buildings and vast playgrounds. I also spend some time in a few comfortable libraries of the city. It was surprising to know that they had thousands and thousands of books on almost all subjects. I had a great desire to buy some articles of my choice from Anarkali, the famous bazaar of Lahore. I went there with my father and found it to be really the queen of the markets in the city. It has all sorts of shops selling almost everything that can decorate your bodies and homes. It is real pleasure to walk along the Shara-e-Quaid-e-Azam (the Mall) at night. There is so much light on both the sides that one begins feeling that it is daytime. The road is quite perfectly smooth (level). Later, I found the M.A. Jinnah Road in Karachi to be much broader than the Mall in Lahore.
When at midnight (twelve o’clock) I lay down, I began thinking about Lahore and its people. Here most of the people looked somewhat worried. They appeared to be running after “airy nothings” unlike the people of my town, who are satisfied at heart and are at peace with themselves. In the morning, I telephoned mother, who was waiting for us to return. We made for (started for) the bus station after collecting our baggage. The rickshaw passed through crowded noisy streets and bazaars that again was a distasteful experience of city overcrowding.