Every night my ears also catch the soothing sound of moving trains. The whistle and wheel movement bore a calming sound for my nerves and I can’t help but recall my maternal grandmother’s home.
Little after that it was me sitting on the floor with most of my stuff lying infront of me; my birthday cards, post cards, couple of my tiny picture frames, drawing of my niece (Shermeen's) when she was hardly 4,
How they both have looked after us in past few days reflect too much of their wonderful grooming. They both, along with their better halves, have been extremely hospitable.
Since Allah blessed us with the whole cliff, so my dear father decided to call it Pines Cliff; after ofcourse, the famous pine tress of Abbottabad.