“Rawalpindi: A Sacred Space”

By Shaheda Rizvi

Editor’s Note: Shaheda Rizvi lives in Montreal, Canada. This is the first article by a female author, especially written for Native Pakistan. This website aims to ensure gender equality. Hope more female writers will contribute.
This nostalgic article is about the time when she lived in Westridge from 1954-58. Those were her kindergarten to fifth grade days. Her first school was Presentation Convent.

A sacred space

A sacred space.

“Your sacred space is where you can find yourself over and over again.” Wrote Joseph Campbell. So for me, a sacred space is not somewhere in the world where I’ve never been, just been told and talked about, but a place that I visit and revisit often and find myself lingering long, and searching caringly for those moments that have left their un-erasable marks.

A house in Westridge, Rawalpindi

A house in Westridge (Not my house).

My visits and revisits are not physical but psychological, to a place where time stands still. This stillness is my space, only in my mind’s eye, for I can still smell the sweet scent of the jasmine flowers as they bloomed each morning for the bees to feed from, and the birds to nest in, and for us to pick them for garlands and necklaces. Surfing the internet for this physical spot in one corner of Rawalpindi, only assures me that my sacred space is in my mind. The bushes, trees, walkways, jasmine, rose and apricot blossoms, pomegranate blossoms, peepal trees, jamun trees, our private cricket field, and dhobi-ghat, have said their long farewells, torn away and discarded as rubbish long ago.

We lived among fruit trees and rose bushes, in Westridge, Rawalpindi, on a large estate, given to my father by the Pakistan Railways. Our house number was 125 Westridge Road, secluded and yet not secluded. Three major roads bordered the house. The back road, the name I can’t remember is where the peepal trees stood guard; Westridge Road connected us to the front gate and another road that led to a bridge which connected Raja Bazar, I assume, was the side gate to this magnificent home. Railway tracks ran alongside Westridge after it crossed the bridge road, and on one corner of the Westridge Road stood one of the finest bakeries in the world. Our bread, buns and biscuits came from that bakery.

Westridge, Rawalpindi

Google map of Westridge, Rawalpindi.

As a child I was told and later I read that all the mansions on Westridge Road, once belonged to rich families, mostly Sikh families who left Pakistan for India at the time of Partition.

It looked very much like the Poonch House, but was built with granite surrounded by fruit trees: pomegranate; mangoes; apricots, jamuns; plum bushes; loquat tree; grape vineyard; banana groves, and yes some 10 or 15 grape  fruit trees.

Poonch House Rawalpindi, similar to 125 - Westridge Road, Rawalpindi

Poonch House Rawalpindi, similar to my house in Westridge.

The tree that I am often reminded of, and now with a stronger voice, as I get older, is the  Peepal Tree—– sometimes referred to as the Banyan Tree, the wish-fulfilling tree.  I found myself secretly drawn to its sad but strong resolve to  withstand our uncaring attitude towards nature. Our Peepal tree as we called it, sat at the very edge of our house, if approached from the back road, perhaps the Military  Road. While in awe of the tree, I wondered how many deep and dark secrets it held and how many travelers rested against its grand trunk or it knew so much more than I could ever imagine. I left my heart at its roots several times a week.

Banyan tree

Photo of a Banyan tree (Not in my house).

Qurutulain Fatima, a native Rawalpindi writer, says about Peepal tree: “A Banyan tree is Native to Indian sub continent. It is known as Bargad, Burr, Borh in Urdu/ Punjabi ……….. British Invaders gave it the name of Banyan tree after the Banyas or traders of the Hindu clans who did their dealings under the enormous tree.” [1]  

For the sake of brevity, let me stop here because Pindi memories take me down long and lovely roads. My next installment would include friends and loved ones. Quoting Joe Campbell again: “Any world is a valid world if it’s alive. The thing to do is to bring life to it, and the only way to do that is to find in your own case where the life is and become alive yourself.”

[1]  Quratulain Fatima: http://pakteahouse.net/2013/02/08/the-wish-fulfilling-tree/
Writer is a Civil Servant who can be reached at qfatima6@gmail.com

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Nostalgic Memories of Rawalpindi

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  1. Zahir Khan says:

    I have some very nostalgic pictures of Pakistan railways of the good old days. Thanks to the Golra Heritage Museum developed by my friend, Railway Supt. Ashfaq Khattak. I would be more than happy to share the pics if anyone wants to see them.


  2. Dear Col Cheema,
    Please do let let me know where you can be reached in Pindi.
    Your address and phone number?
    45th PMA

  3. Mary Gilbert (nee Punchard) says:

    I was trained as a nurse in the Holy Family Hospital at Murree Road, and hold wonderful memories of those days in the late 1950’s.

  4. Syed Abid Salam says:

    Dear Col Cheema,
    Thanks for posting Ms Shaheda Rizvi’s nostalgic piece of literature on Pindi, my hometown where I have lived for 54 years out of 65. I retired from the Civil Services in 2008 and now settled in Bahria Town, Safari Villas, Rawalpindi. I was born at Holy Family Hospital Murree Road, which later became St. Mary’s School Rawalpindi, my old school where I studied for 4 years. Incidentally my mother once took me along to deposit the monthly fees in the Bursars office (Father Maccan) and made a startling revelation of my birth in the same room.

    I have a lot to share my memories with old Pindiites, the childhood days, living on Church Road for few years and major part spent at old Sale Road family house, close to Presentation Convent and Lalkurti Bazaar and later 37 years career in Civil services which includes posting in D.S office Pak Railways and developing strong bonds with the Westridge community and the flora, described by Shaheda most passionately.

    • Shaheda Rizvi says:

      Thoroughly enjoyed reading your part in Pindi history. I hope you’ll write an article or two, and perhaps begin with: ” (Father Maccan) and made a startling revelation of my birth in the same room.” Sounds like a mystery which if analyzed leads to something most fascinating. “Mysterium tremendum et facinas..”

  5. Albert Dean says:

    Indeed a very artistic, sentimental and pensive description of Rawalpindi as it was in the 50’s. Also particularly appealing to those of us, who from our childhood always find the time to smell the roses.

    I lived in the campus of Gordon College, Rawalpindi where my father worked. My early schooling in the 50’s was at Station School on Parade Road situated in the Cantonment area. As I traveled to and from school, the school bus passed through Westridge and other lovely areas of Rawalpindi Cantonment. In the 60’s I often walked the length of the Mall Road from Pindi Club to the spot where Mayo Road intersected the Mall Road. The Mall Road on the sides and the whole surrounding area had big houses with magnificent gardens full of roses, flower beds, hedges, orange and evergreen trees. Large gorgeous Pine trees were abundant in that locality. The area was a place of solitude and tranquility. I understand that now the area has lost its luster, because in a changing world nothing is permanent. However, it is said that a thing of beauty is a joy forever. So the scenery and tranquility of that landscape is frozen in my mind. As such I can well appreciate the ‘Sacred Space’ to which Madam Shaheda Rizvi elucidates to, and her fascination for the enchanted Banyan tree.

    I also express my gratitude to Col Rashid Cheema for organizing this webite, where Pindiites can present their Nostalgia.

    • Shaheda Rizvi says:

      Dear Albert Dean,

      Many thanks for your own reflections on Pindi memories, and your comments. You wrote: ‘So the scenery and tranquility of that landscape is frozen in my mind. ‘ Absolutely!! Similarly I find that MUCH of my character took root there, it just took many years to realize that.

      Love to hear more.

  6. Tariq Masud says:

    I lived very briefly at 155 Hali Road (Kitson Road) Westridge 1, during 1985, when I was posted as a Joint Secretary in Economic Affairs Division but had not been allotted a house. But later, when I shifted to house in Islamabad, I continued to be a frequent visitor to that house from 1985-1992 as my father-in-law Khawaja Muhammad Yusaf Saraf, retired Chief Justice of AJK High Court lived there. My memories of Westridge are rather mundane if compared to Shaheda Rizvi’s. Mine, essentially revolve around my ever busy office schedules under the strict scrutiny of that indomitable Secretary General, Ijaz Naik, and the around my wife & school going kids.

    Shaheda on the other hand very young, and imaginative had ample time to enjoy her pleasant and inspiring surroundings, to reflect and meditate on finer things of life. Reading her memoirs are like reading poetry of Shelley or Keats.

    I know Poonch House very well. It served as camp office of President AJK. Sardar Qayyum sahib used to stay there during his very frequent visits to Rawalpindi. Two rooms were dedicated as Rest House for the touring officers. I have stayed there, many times during 1965-80. The exterior of Poonch House, as every body can see is marvelous. The interior built equally grand but lacking in maintenance. I always carried my own bedding and towels. Rai Shafi was the care taker from times in memorial. He could also loan you a couple of hundred rupees if you fell short of cash during the tour.

    • Shaheda Rizvi says:

      Dear Tariq Masood,

      Thanks for reading and adding your personal experience to my adventure. Although overwhelmed by such respect and praise which I have never ever been accorded before, I felt compelled to write the following: My response is in these three lines written in Roman Urdu. .

      Is Jalsay nay pukara
      In yadoon ko sawanra
      Yey ehsan nahi to kia hey?

      Thanks with palms pressed.

  7. Major (R) Munir Ahmed, FF (2nd SSC) says:

    Madam, Thank you very much for sharing this beautifully written article. Although I am not from Rawalpindi, yet I have thorouhly enjoyed reading it. During my Army service, I got several oppotunities to stay at Pindi but was not aware of its fantasies in so minute details. A fabulous effort.

    • Shaheda Rizvi says:

      Dear Munir Ahmed,

      I am indebted and grateful to all for reading, commenting and offering such thoughtful and sincere comments. My response is in these three lines written in Roman Urdu. My key board needs some tinkering to access the Arabic script:

      Is Jalsay nay pukara
      In yadoon ko sawanra
      Yey ehsan nahi to kia hey?

      Thanks with palms pressed.

  8. Tariq Masud says:

    Some of the most magnificent Banyan trees of the sub-continent are located in Pothowar plateau. Both Shaheda Rizvi and Quratulain are fascinated by the grandeur of this mystic tree. So am I.

    For those living in Pindi and Islamabad, I recommend a two hours drive in the heart of rural Pothowar. Drive on G.T Road up to Rawat, then turn left on Kallar Sayyedan Road, drive couple of miles and then turn right on any one of the several rural roads e.g the road leading to Saghri or Chapper Arazi and there you are in the vast of beautiful pothowar with countless “Bohrri” trees all around. Any one of these trees can give shelter to a barat of one hundred. Those not willing to brave the bumps of a rural road may simply drive on G.T Road up to Mandra. You will see four colossal ‘Bohrri’ trees next to Police Station. A whole village can find shelter under one of these trees.

    I often pray,”O God! You have blessed us with so many ‘Bohrris’. Bless us with one Buddah who could bring peace in our country.

  9. Lt Col (R) Moaziz Syed, Canada says:

    I have thoroughly enjoyed Shaheda Rizvi’s article and the comments of the readers, especially from my ” Boss” in Aviation, Major Siraj. Pindi is dear to all Aviators as their ‘birth place’ and Westridge is in the neighbourhood of our cradle, Aviation Mess. I am a Lahorite but my memories of Rawalpindi are equally nostalgic. My ‘stick buddy’ Col Masood Anwar is an original Pindite, now living in Westridge. I am sure he would like to contribute some of his memories in this wonderful forum.

    Well done Cheema and many thanks.

    Editor: Col Moaziz was my Commanding Officer in Aviation.

    • Shaheda Rizvi says:

      Dear Moaziz Syed,

      I am indebted and grateful to all for reading, commenting and offering such thoughtful and sincere comments. My response is in these three lines written in Roman Urdu. My keyboard needs some tinkering to access the Arabic script:

      Is Jalsay nay pukara
      In yadoon ko sawanra
      Yey ehsan nahi to kia hey?

      Thanks so much.

    • Maj (R) Siraj Syed, USA says:

      Dear Col Moaziz,
      Thank you very much for calling me your Boss. I am only your elder brother being a Syed too. You are calling me Boss, but you youngsters had been flying the helicopter very low over the girls hostel of Multan Medical College and writing my name on the cigarette pack and throwing it giving the telephone number of the Aviation Office and then receiving the call and then answering the call as Siraj, even when I was in Rawalpindi. Since our residential quarters were connected and I had a phone in my room, you guys had been misusing my phone dating girls.

      I remember Col Rafi Alam, Col GS at the Corps HQ, called me to his Office and reprimanded me for flying low over the city of Multan. Immediately after this incident I had to move to Rawalpindi to take over as A/CO, 2 Squadron Mangala.

      My email address is sirajisyed@yahoo.com and phone number is 970-407-9329. Send me your phone number to my email as my phone call is nearly free as I use the Magic Jack and I just pay $19:95 a year and I can call Canada as well. Khuda Hafiz.

  10. Maj (R) Siraj Imam Syed (17 PMA), USA says:

    Wonderful article by Shaheda Rizvi which takes me back to 140 Westridge, Rawalpindi where I lived as my father also worked for the Railways. My younger sisters Naz and Khurshid also went to Presentation Convent, Rawalpindi. Our house was just under the bridge which went to Ratta and onward to Raja Bazar.

    A few days ago when Col Cheema asked me to comment on Rawalpindi, I wanted to mention about the worlds best bakery which was just next door. This bakery was run by three brothers and they made the best products and on my sisters’ marriage, all the catering was done by this bakery. On many occasions, these owners would take some loan from me and I was paid back before it was due along with a dry fruit cake which I had never had in my whole life. Even after 50 years, this fruit cake has had a great impact on my belly and no exercises in the gym have taken care of it. Since it is Christmas Holiday season now, most large grocery stores in USA make the dry fruit cake and peanut brittle and these fruit cakes here cannot touch my Westridge bakery dry fruit cake with the tallest pole.

    My house at 140 Westridge was also surrounded with a lot of trees and it also had a banyan tree. The house also looked like the Poonch House shown in the picture and the walls were nearly 30 feet high. The house had nearly 12 servant quarters and we had two servant quarters reserved for our pigeons as we had more than a thousand pigeons of different kinds. The house had massive yards both in front and back of the house. The railway tract was just next to our house and I wonder how we slept with trains going all the time.

    I have been living in Colorado, USA for the last 33 years and whenever I visited Rawalpindi, I would go to Westridge. In 1981 I visited Rawalpindi. I was shocked to see that 140 Westridge was divided into 4 portions to accommodate 4 different families. Nearly all the beautiful trees were cut down and wood was sold by some politician. Again I visited Westridge Rawalpindi in 1995. I was shocked to know that a corrupt Prime Minister had sold most of the railway houses and railway land and Westridge looked completely different without those tall magnificent railway buildings and the huge gigantic trees.

    Now it is 12:30 AM and I need to hit the bed. If someone needs to contact me, my email is sirajisyed@yahoo.com and phone is 970-407-9329.

    My thanks to Col Cheema (as I know him through his uncle Dr Khalid Cheema who was one of my best friends) for bringing all the Pindi-ites together.

    • Shaheda Rizvi, Canada says:

      Thanks and again many thanks Siraj. I loved reading all that you wrote. Each piece of info led to a new piece of memory, quite shrouded in mystery. Re: ‘Best Bakery in the world': Is it still there? I recall 140 Westridge Road, being the house at the foot of the bridge, and at the corner of what is now Zahid Baig Road. Our school bus dropped us right near your door, and from there we raced home.

      Chopping 100 year old trees and so many of them is quite unforgiveable!! Although, I do realize that those houses could not be maintained without a dozen railway servants that Railway provided–Times have changed…but what is in our hearts about Pindi is ETERNAL..and in conclusion, this is a great forum to share those sentiments.

      Also, thanks for your email and phone number. I’ll certainly write to you and call you at a good time too.

      • Maj (R) Siraj Syed, USA says:

        Ms Shaheda Rizvi,
        You have put a lot of life and ignited this website of Col Rashid Cheema. Lets connect the dots and talk of Westridge again. When I get out of house and turn right, after a few railway houses the private houses started and the second private houses was rented by Captain Qasim, who got the Sitara-e-Jurat military award in 1965 War. He shopped regularly at the Westridge Bakery and I met him many times.

        The Army Aviation Base at Dhamial is named after him as Qasim Aviation Base. This house was owned by Col Dawood Shah of Army Aviation Engineering Department. Col Dawood Shah told me that he will never sell this house because Capt Qasim, SJ lived there.

        By any chance do you know Mr Jaffery who used to be DPO (Divisional Personnel Office) of the Railways. He had one daughter probably slightly younger than you or Farida Qureshi. In 1960, I met Mr. Jaffery walking very close to Dr. Qureshi’s house. I was passing by on my scooter and I gave him a ride and we became very good friends. Probably he was fond of tennis like me and every day we would get together in the evening and sometimes go to Super’s Ice Cream or go to movies.

        You surely must be knowing a lot of Anglo-Indian girls from around our colony who went to Presentation Convent. Daphne Lovette, June, Yvonne, Connie and many others. The parents of these girls respected me a lot since I was the only Army Officer around in that Colony.

        Today is Thanks Giving here and I enjoyed a lot of Turkey and different Pies. Also it’s 12 PM and I need to hit the bed. Awaiting to talk to you . Regards.

        • Shaheda Rizvi says:

          Dear Maj Siraj Syed,

          Revisiting with an eye that sees and a heart that knows is why I am so late in recounting my Pindi memories. To answer most of your questions, including that of Mr. Jaffrey (DPO), I emailed my response to you. If you don’t find it in you INBOX, please check your spam box.

  11. Lt Col (R) Zafar Mustafa says:

    Nostalgia with a philosophical hue. Eagerly waiting for the follow-up article.

  12. Brig (R) Arshad Abbasi says:

    I admire madam’s intellect which is quite discernible in her expression of such a good read and enjoyable recollection especially for those who are Pindiwal. I used to travel by bus to Asghar Mall College and lot of evenings spent in Westridge area for secret reasons.
    Thanks for adding colour of gender, a pioneer contribution.

    • Shaheda Rizvi says:

      Many thanks Brig. Abbasi for this encouragement. Pindi never left my side, and as fates would have it—- that what I thought was ‘MUNDANE’ has become ‘MYSTICAL’. It’s just Pindi’s gift to me for loving it so. I’d love to read what you and many others have to say about your time in the Westridge section..


  13. Lt Col Masood Alam (Retd) says:

    A very nicely written article. The coulorful pictures have added “Four Moons” (Chaar Chaand ) to it. Regards.

    • Shaheda Rizvi says:

      Thanks for the Chaar Chaand!! Colourful pictures are of course courtesy of this Blog and Col. Cheema. Regards.

  14. Dear Shaheda,
    I thoroughly enjoyed reading this article. Like the Banyan Trees, that make one always nostalgic..its home that ventures into mind whenever one sees it. It a very aesthetically written piece and would really love to see this memoir continue.

    • Shaheda Rizvi says:

      Dear Quratulain,

      Thanks for your sweet comments. I loved them. Re: Books & History of Rawalpindi, pre-Cannt and post Cannt. Could you recommend any? I read Stephen Cohen’s Pakistan, and that’s where I picked up a lot about Pre-Partition History of the Westridge area. Any local writers? For me, as I mentioned earlier, Pindi memories are in a box called ‘Mystical’ & ‘Eternal’ — that’s Pindi’s gift to me.


      • I can recommend some. Firstly the Pindi District Gazetteers from 1800s and 1900 deem a good place to start. I will look up the rest as I was compiling some data to write on Rawalpindi in some point in time. There are very few good books written on Rawalpindi, I will send you the list which I think are worthwhile. Thank you.

        • Shaheda Rizvi says:

          Thank you so much. I’ll look for the Gazetteers. Also, thanks for the list.

          Is Jalsay nay pukara
          In yadoon ko sawanra
          Yey ehsan nahi to kia hey?

  15. Thank you Madam, for a fine article. Having lived in Morgah for only two years (1968-70) and traveled daily to Gordon College along Ayub Park, I can imagine the concept and boundaries of ‘Sacred Space’. Sometimes while driving down Jhelum Road, I would go down memory lane and tell my little ones of the trees and a natural lake having gold fish, along the fence where I would sit for hours on weekends and admire nature. Alas, they are no more. But no one can brush your nostalgia.
    Please keep spreading colours on the canvas that Col Cheema has laid out through his website Native Pakistan.

    • Shaheda Rizvi says:

      Dear Mr. Chaudhry, enjoyed your comment on ‘Sacred Space’. One of the sweetest things to share with children are “Pindi Stories” — I’d love to read your memories of the gold fish, lake and trees. For me they are eternal. It’s not just the comfort that was once there, and now gone, but a piece of history that sank too deep to put aside……Thanks to Col. Cheema!!

  16. Dr. Arif Qureshi, Dansville, NY, USA says:

    Salaamz Cheema sahib,
    Two exquisite stories in two days, wow! From Super’s to Shalimar Restaurant to Westridge, truly amazing! The segment “Nostalgic Articles about Rawalpinidi” in your website, Native Pakistan, is so beautiful and for someone like myself who lived in ‘Pindi from 1955-61, it takes me back to those precious years of my school days and wakes up vivid memories which seem fresh as ever.

    My dilee thanks to all contributors.

    As a side note to Shaheda Sahiba, your article is “pearls in a string”, we used to live at 33 Lawrence Road (now Haider Road) and spent many a summer afternoons biking the local areas with friends and knew the Westridge area well!

    May Allah keep everyone safe and happy.

    • Shaheda Rizvi, Canada says:

      Dear Arif Qureshi,

      You wrote: “and spent many a summer afternoons biking the local areas with friends and knew the Westridge area well!” That’s what I did too. I had a mid-size bike, not an adult’s and neither a tricycle size. The bike, Pindi Hills, and small routes were my friends during the summer months.

      I am delighted to connect albeit remotely with someone who lived in Pindi during the 50s and that too near the Westridge area. Since you are originally from Lahore, now living in New York & Lahore, I assume, did you know then a Dr. Qureshi and family of the Westridge–the sons went to St. Mary’s School while Farida (the sister) was with me at Presentation Convent — The sons all went to France from Pindi.

      Many many thanks to Col. Cheema for his dedication and drive in building, maintaining and constantly expanding this marvelous website.

      And equally grateful to you for reading my story and responding.

      • Arif Qureshi, MD, Dansville, USA says:

        Salaamz Shaheda Rizvi,

        Not familiar with Dr.Qureshi familiy but I do remember two other Qureshi boys in my senior class (Matric 1961) at St. Mary’s, Murree Road. One of them had joined the Army I heard later. Would you know the year they graduated from school?

        Rashid Cheema Bhai, Allah aap ko jaza day. Thanks for all the time you have given to have created a beautiful playground for our cherished memories!

        Duaaz and khaair for all.

      • Maj (R) Siraj Imam Syed, Colorado, USA says:

        Ms Shaheda Rizvi,
        I saw your above reply to Dr. Arif Qureshi where you had mentioned about Dr. Qureshi and two of his sons and two daughters. I would like to correct you and inform you that the older son Khurshid Iqbal served with me in Army Aviation in 1966 and retired as a Colonel and served as Deputy Inspector General Police in Karachi and recently retired. His email address is mkhurshid7@yahoo.com. One or both his sisters died and probably Farida was with my younger sister Khurshid in Presentation Convent from 1956 onwards. I joined Aviation in 1960 and Khurshid Iqbal always took a lift from me in my beautiful Austin Mini car which I bought in 1963 after completing a helicopter conversion course in Texas, USA. We went together to Dhamial Air Base.

        If you were with Farida, you surely knew my sister Khurshid who was also in her class.

        • Shaheda Rizvi says:

          Dear Siraj Syed,

          Million thanks for the info. I’ll contact Khurshid Iqbal. Yes, that’s exactly him. I can’t place your sister Khurshid, my memory is a bit hazy about all other friends and names, but Farida’s memory is strong, only because Farida and I started KG and sailed through classes together, right up to the 5th grade. I’d love to connect with your sister, Khurshid, nonetheless, and refresh old ties.

          Loved reading about all that you wrote. I am about to write to Khurshid right now.

          • Col (R) Khurshid Iqbal says:

            Dear Shaheda,
            Most of the information you have collected about the Pindi days in Convent and St Mary’s, Westridge Road, Col Siraj is correct. The information about Fareeda passing away made my heart twinge. Out of the five brothers and and sisters, she and I are the only one living. In fact Fareeds lives in Toronto.

            My recollection about you is hazy. I was in Convent too at the time Farida was and then went to St Mary’s in 1956, where I did my Senior Cambridge in 1963.

            Please do jog my memory further, also let me know your brothers names.

            Anyway its a pleasure getting in touch with you

  17. Azam Gill, France says:

    Thank you , Ms Rizvi, for a fine piece of narrative poetry: look forward to the next part.

    • Shaheda Rizvi, Canada says:

      Pleasure is simply mine Azam Gill. Next one is what calls my attention to work out the mystery to my longing for Pindi, and “know the place for the first time”. I am honoured by your comment.

  18. Lt Col (R) Rashid Zia Cheema (Editor) says:

    Madam, your house (your “Secret Space”) seems to be near Bakery Chowk, Westridge, Rawalpindi. A road from there leads towards Raja Bazar after crossing a railway bridge. A Church is also located near the bridge.

    Any visitor of this website, living in Westridge, is requested to take a photo of 125-Westridge Road, if the bungalow still exists, and send it to me at: (rashid.cheema11@gmail.com). It will be posted in this article.

    • Shaheda Rizvi, Canada says:

      Dear Col Cheema,

      Besides admiring your dedication to this website, I wish to thank you, in advance for the info you provided + your request for pictures of the house.

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