Short-story: Guardians of the valley

Hi fellow covey-ers! This is my first post here. A short story inspired by a writing challenge and my love for a beautiful city called Kalaam, back home in my country, Pakistan. The heavenly beauty there is difficult to capture and this was probably a futile attempt. But I hope you’ll get a small idea of what I am talking about. Happy reading:)


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I came back for one last visit. I had to. After all those years of wonder and regret, I stepped foot in the magical valley again.

credits - Usman bokhari - flickr Kalaam

credits: Usman Bokhari - flickr

The air was cool and peaceful. Yet I felt drops of cold sweat slide down my face. I didn’t think I’d remember the timeless beauty of Kalaam after so many years. But there it was, untouched by haunting cries. Nature had wiped everything clean. Thick, green blankets covered the sleeping giants; too high and mighty to bother with surrounding life.  The roads like flying dragons raced along the wondrous Swat river to an endless finish line. Gigantic trees lined the valley, joined together as if in solemn prayer. I couldn’t breath. All that beauty choked me. I stepped out of my jeep for the oxygen I couldn’t find inside my worn out mobile home.

credits: express tribune

Lively teashops and restaurants lines the road. Stacked on…

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