Musa ka Musalla: Pakistan’s playground where fairies come to play

Not a single thought flitted through my mind, I was completely at peace. My feet were touching the cold green grass and my mind could feel the chill permeating through them. The cosiness of the sunshine was withering away as the grey clouds shielded the ferocious sun rays. The picturesque valley of Dorh was about to pull my soul in when the motel owner called out for lunch. Before I proceed any further, let me tell you how we ended up in Dorh. Dorh Valley My friends and I had just returned from Chitral and someone decided to show us ...