VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE- SEASONAL SWINGS IN PAKISTAN

SEASONAL SWINGS!

Cloaking the northern areas of Gilgit, Naran and Kaghan in a garment of white, comes the winter! The snowfall seems to multiply the beauty of the picturesque area, manifold. Holding my breath was the most eye-catching area of my country. I had gone on a tour during the summer vacations with my family and the weather changes and its impact on people was my vacation project. Bubbling with excitement, I was eager to taste each season. I watched the spring painting the trees in green and cradling the ambience with a jubilant mood. The red, yellow and orange shades that people wear sends a glimmer of hope and excitement in one's eyes. Spring then melted into summer and then autumn overruled the summer. Snow-covered trees and chattering teeth, you might have guessed that I am talking about winters!
Forget the dryness and lethargy and even the itch to stay in blanket all the day and break the beds, winters are a treat. Your eyes can feast on the deep-blue frozen lakes.Lighting a fire at night with the cold winds whipping you can be an unforgettable experience. Peanuts, cashew nuts and oranges are those delectable treats that deserve to be entitled as "Winter Delights".
With the foilage of leaves fallen and the trees nearly nude, autumn is not given a warm welcome. But Autumn is not very long so it is tolerable if your skin and lips crack for a 2-3 months.
Summers is considered the worst season but in my view it is the best season! During the trip, I remember being roasted by the sun and then sneering at my tanned reflection in the mirror. It would be injustice, if I move on before praising the mangoes. A very hilarious incident happened during the trip. With a glint of mischief in her eyes, my sister said, " Why not pluck mangoes from that garden?" I replied solemnly, "If the gardener or owner arrives? " Dragging me, she paced towards a big mango tree with its mangoes ripe and even dispersed on the floor. Gathering as much of them, some in the cup of my hands and some in my pockets, I couldn't resist the temptation to climb the tree. Climbing stealthily, as I plucked some three mangoes, I heard a man scream as if there was a raven in his throat. He roared," Get off!" He was running with a large stick in his hand. I landed with a thump on the ground but managed to escape. I didn't mind the weal on my cheek and devoured the succulent mangoes, with its pulp running down my elbows. I remember how parched our mouths got after a cricket match in the scorching sun. I felt that my mouth was crammed with red-hot cotton wool. Those heavy downpours and the rain swishing through the air, sending a verve of excitement through your system makes it the most memorable moment of your life. After the rain, we probed every part of the roof for leeches and enjoyed killing them using salt.
When the load-shedding occurred, we couldn't help the sweat running down our foreheads so it provided us an opportunity to go to the beach. Splashing the water and building the sand-castles and reconstructing them with the same vigor every time a wave steals it away.
In Muree, I took a ride on the chairlift. My stomach somersaulted to my mouth when I saw how high I was hovering. It was indeed a nerve-shredder, marking the biggest adrenaline gush of my life. Fighting acrophobia, I tried to keep at least one eye open during the ride.
The weather changes are necessary. They are the nature's mechanism of preventing living beings from being bored. No matter how much we criticize the dramatic weather changes, we definitely feel enthused by them. Indeed,  VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE!