My travels

It was in the summer when I first saw it. I got off the jeep and walked over to the spectacular lake. Saif uk Mulook, the name is inspired by an Egyptian prince, who had a dream about this particular lake, not knowing where it was and in his dream, he saw a fairy bathing in the lake, whom he fell in love with. Not sure the story is a true one, however it is filled with adventure and magic and when your eyes first touch the lake, you feel the magic it transmits. It overwhelms you slowly then all at once. It is a lake surrounded by mountains and the water is as clear as a pristine mirror, reflecting every detail of the mountains. The colour of the water is different at different times of the day. Emerald Green, being my favourite colour, was its colour when I laid my eyes on it. I walked over to the shore, shoes in my hand, to allow the tiny waves of the water to touch my feet. Not knowing what to expect, being summer in Pakistan, where it can go as high at 45 degrees celsius, I was surprised at how cold the water was. I could not bare to stand there without my shoes. My father called out to me as I was tying my shoe laces and pointed at a boat, waiting for us on the other side of the shore. I got in the boat with my parents and my brothers and we went around the lake. It is not a large lake but it is not a small one either. Whilst in the boat and as we went deeper towards the mountains and away from the shore, you can really feel yourself immerse into the beauty of the mountains and surroundings. My father made small talk with the man rowing the boat and he informed us that no one knows the true depth of the lake. I was in awe, ease and comfort as I looked up, it is as if a mother embracing her child, the way the mountains are enclosed around the lake and yet there is a mystery about the place, a secret waiting to be heard but no one dare whisper it to you.