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About Me Member Fantasy Artist Mohsin Khawar23/Male/Pakistan Recent Activity Deviant for 1 Year
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from my travel experiences

Mon Sep 15, 2008, 4:36 PM
The jeep’s tire slipped off a tiny rock as it moved further towards the valley of Kalash. The road was all rocky with narrow drive way. It made me sense fear as I looked thousands of feet down through the window which was covered with the December mist. I wiped it off with my hands to stare right through in the eyes of this developing fear. I know it will not last for long. I moved ahead. My destination arrived and I parked my jeep in a beautiful pathway of a wooden lodge. The journey began as I threw my bag on the bed and walked out of my room.
I took out my camera and gently removed the tiny dust particles from the lens with a soft cloth which I always kept in my bag. The wind was blowing, but I could see little raindrops on the green leaves but all this with a bright sun to put an icing on the cake for me to capture yet another master piece of nature. I walked further to get hold of my favorite snap shot. I could smell the wet mud. It took away all the tiredness that the long drive gave me. Passing by I plucked a cherry red apple from a tree branch which was inclined towards the ground. I helped my self with a little jump. Oh there I heard something, there was a bunch of young girls singing merrily and dancing in their traditional dresses. Unaware of the norms of this particular region, I did not know if I could intervene. I sat behind a rock n saw them while I took a bite of this sweet and juicy fruit. The colors in their attire were pleasing to my eyes. I took out my zoom lens and focused them capturing what I could see from there. Suddenly someone covered my eyes with both hands. I tried to remove them and could feel softness on the skin. I made my grip loosen a bit. I did not want to hurt her. She removed her hands and asked me to give the fruit. A young girl, not more than five years old, really brought a smile on my face. She ran away with the apple humming that joyous tune. For a moment I wished to be that kid with a blissful gesture on my face and watched her run away as she disappeared in meadows covered with a lush green canopy of leaves.

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  • Interests: travelling, architecture and photography
  • Favourite genre of music: sufi mystic
  • Favourite style of art: abstract - black and white
  • Favourite game: polo
  • Favourite cartoon character: jerry
  • Personal Quote: In the end, we will remember, not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends!
  • Tools of the Trade: Nikon D70 & Canon 350D EOS kiss series

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:iconfleimer:
You're welcome! :) Great work you have here.
:iconaztoor:
woooooooooow...dude....ur an amazing artist...:)

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not to mention

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Dats nice to visit ur site
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many thankies :hug:

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