Hunza
There are some places you visit, and then there’s Hunza — a place that stays with you long after you leave. I didn’t plan this trip with any grand expectations, just a break from the city and its endless noise. But Hunza had other plans for me.
From the moment our jeep curved along the winding Karakoram Highway, I could feel something shift. The air was crisper, the silence deeper, and the mountains — well, they weren’t just scenery, they felt alive. Towering like ancient guardians, bathed in golden light as the sun began to set behind Rakaposhi, they made me feel both tiny and infinite at the same time.
Every turn in Hunza tells a different story. The cobbled streets of Karimabad, the whispering walls of Baltit Fort, the laughter of children playing by Attabad Lake — it all felt like a dream stitched together by raw beauty and pure peace. This wasn’t just a trip. This was healing.
