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When night settles over Lahore, food becomes language. Smoke curls around streetlights, horns hum in the distance, and the smell of ghee mixes with dust and rain. Gawalmandi and Lakshmi Chowk wake up just then,
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The first thing that hits you in Quetta isn’t the traffic. It’s the smell. Apples, fresh and cold from nearby orchards, mix with roasted nuts and dust. Somewhere, a tea stall hisses while traders set
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Every year, travelers argue the same thing, Skardu or Hunza? Two valleys, one country, endless debate. Both sit high in Gilgit-Baltistan, wrapped in wind, dust, and snow peaks that look close enough to touch. The
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Karachi’s Sarafa Bazaar woke up slow today. A few shutters half-open, the smell of diesel and tea, a goldsmith wiping dust off his counter. The gold rate today in Pakistan held steady. Traders glanced at
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Walk through Karachi or Lahore this year and you’ll notice something new. A grocer checks stock on his phone. A driver confirms delivery with a quick message. A nurse in Swat talks to a doctor
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Wordle continues to challenge players around the world with its daily five-letter puzzle. If you’re finding today’s game tricky, here are the official hints, clue, and answer for October 21, 2025. Wordle Hints for October
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By mid-October, many expect the air to cool. But that isn’t happening yet. Not in Karachi. Not in Lahore either. Even Islamabad, which usually calms down by now, still pushes out heat until sundown. The
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By mid-morning, Karachi’s Sarafa Bazaar already had its familiar noise, clinking metal, hushed bargaining, the steady hum of small fans fighting the heat. Everyone wanted to know one thing. What’s the gold rate today? Prices
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The week beginning Monday, October 20, Islamabad is having a peaceful and sunny week with steady temperatures and no rain. The prediction shows that the daytime temperature should be approximately 28-29° C, and the nightly
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By mid-December, the plains go dull, and the hills start whispering. Smoke curls from tea stalls, boots crunch on icy paths, and every turn smells of pine and wood fire. Across Pakistan, these hill stations
