- and i fell in love with lahore
|—||Jalaluddin Akbar (via droppedandpoked)|
Imagine a country where almost everyone you meet would welcome you to their city/country. Where you couldn’t walk down the road without being offered at least 5 cups of chai. Where a policemen would flag down cars and insist the drivers take you to where you are going to save you the hassle of walking. Where someone would pay for your lunch even if they didn’t eat with you, and where you can guarantee you will be invited to someone’s house for dinner every night. Where the General police officer would offer you his own bed and sleep on the floor so you don’t have to. Where random people would stop you to ask “is there anything you need right now?” Or where shopkeepers would sell you their items below cost because they are just happy to be serving you. Sound like a dream? It’s not, this place is real, is called Pakistan…
|—||Betty Smith; A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (via dilvichkhalbali)|
Courtyard of the Wazir Khan Mosque in Lahore.
|—||William Chapman (via ricesama)|