A Timeless Taste 

In the far-flung recesses of memory, when the hum of the present dims and the mind drifts into sepia-toned reverie, I find myself back in the streets of Nowshera Cantt, a city woven from the threads of my first twenty-two summers. Yet, what draws me back is not the bustling bazaars, nor the timeless alleys, nor the sense of youth …

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