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I
often
dream
about
long
journeys
that
may
bring
my
dreams
to
life;
dreams
of
far-flung
lakes,
of
colours,
of
people,
of
scenic
beauty
and
starry-nights,
which
appear
only
at
the
end
of
a
tiresome
trail.
These
dreams
have
also
often
taken
me
on
quests
to
seek
answers.
I
like
to
view
my
life
as
multiple
voyages:
the
first
is
a
physical
one
that
requires
me
to
walk
the
earth,
the
second
is
a
journey
from
known
to
unknown.
There
is
another
journey
that
leaves
one
emotionally
fatigued,
and
it
is
a
need
to
form
and
nurture
relationships.
For
me,
the
thought
of
new
voyages
is
very
refreshing.
The
North
Wind
holds
you
in
thrall
at
your
first
visit
(to
the
northern
areas
of
Pakistan);
subsequently,
it
keeps
whispering
in
your
ear
to
come
back.
You
remember
the
blue
sky
of
the
day,
the
black
cloak
of
the
night
embroidered
with
glittering
stars,
and
the
breeze
dancing
over
the
river
in
summertime;
its
scent
can
leave
you
intoxicated.
From
the
end
of
October
to
the
beginning
of
April,
gales
carry
away
the
leaves;
this
is
the
windy
season
in
the
North.
These
fragrant
winds
have
an
effect
of
their
own,
but
it
is
the
North
Wind
that
enthralls
you
and
does
unto
