Few memories from Hunza Valley

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the moun­tains like a flame!

Kalash: Beauty and Plight

Intox­i­cat­ing is the place, In the shad­ows of Hin­dukush Where gods wor­ship the human worth; And define dig­ni­ty of their land The Kalash called. The Kalash called To show the col­ors of love, Even in death, they cel­e­brate life. Yes, they are the Kalash   But the dog­ma is exploit­ing their fee­ble­ness,  Con­t­a­m­i­nat­ing their puri­ty; Dis­tin­guish­ing the light […]