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The old bunyan tree. The play mate of our childhood days. It's still there defying the enormous transitional force of the passing time...

The old bunyan tree. The play mate of our childhood days. It's still there defying the enormous transitional force of the passing time...

The transformers of our childhood days. Snapped from Bin Qasim Railway Station, these creatures are exactly at the same coordinates these used to be 35 years from now...

The transformers of our childhood days. Snapped from Bin Qasim Railway Station, these creatures are exactly at the same coordinates these used to be 35 years from now...

Pakland Cement (then) Deewan Cement (now) at Gaddar. The chocolate factory for the Charlies of our childhood...

Pakland Cement (then) Deewan Cement (now) at Gaddar. The chocolate factory for the Charlies of our childhood...

The (now abandoned) railway siding at Bin Qasim Railway Station that used to pass just on the back of our house at (then) Pipri Railway Station...

The (now abandoned) railway siding at Bin Qasim Railway Station that used to pass just on the back of our house at (then) Pipri Railway Station...

Oasis ... in the background...

Oasis ... in the background...

Khari neem ke neechay hoon tou eik leee...

Khari neem ke neechay hoon tou eik leee...

rugged landscape with scattered mounds (as one in the background)

rugged landscape with scattered mounds (as one in the background)

the landscape...

the landscape...

Ah! woh phoh, laata, saadohi..... The plantation....

Ah! woh phoh, laata, saadohi..... The plantation....

The station master house at Bin Qasim Station. Our house back in late seventies at Pipri Railway Station. Nothing has changed other than a constant erosion of the edifice...

The station master house at Bin Qasim Station. Our house back in late seventies at Pipri Railway Station. Nothing has changed other than a constant erosion of the edifice...

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