It was a windy night when the clock ticked 2 in the morning. There was the smell of dust while leaves were still damp after recent rainfall. Though it was July yet it felt more like blossom season. I grabbed my belongings and left home for the airport, where my companion Dr. Afsar Warraich had already arrived from Atlanta, USA.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Pakistani airports are such happening places where you would always find mixed emotions. Families are leaving the country for greener pastures – people are returning after decades – illegal immigrants are being taken by law enforcement. Dozens of people are welcoming people returning from Umrah and Ziarat. It\u2019s such a lively place!<\/span><\/p>\n It was around 3 am when I welcomed Dr. Afsar, who looked fresh in the air for more than 21 hours. After the meet & greet, we went towards Islamabad for authentic tea. To our relief, the city slept while roads were devoid of traffic. We had Karak ( Strong) tea while we discussed our fast-approaching tour, as our flight to Skardu from Islamabad was scheduled at 6 am.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n Table of Contents<\/p>\n<\/span><\/div>\n<\/span>Lost Our iPhone\u00a0<\/strong><\/span><\/h2>