Sometimes things you fear, can turn out be really incredible and thrilling. One such opportunity changed my perspective of seeing things differently and travelling as well. Last summer I got a chance to intern with a very well know news organization back in Pakistan, Karachi; and I was more sacred then excited because I have never worked or ever interned in my country before. I was brought up in United Arab Emirates. Both of lifestyles and way of living are quite opposite. The excitement did hit me; the thought to be more close to local people, their lives was something I wanted to see through my own eyes and my mind. Finally I chose to go, packed my bags, with some local clothes of Pakistan, some gifts for relatives (mandatory), my journal and few more stuff (you know, when you go back to your country, stuff gets twice more). As I landed at the airport, it gave me a feeling of wholesome again like it might give to every patriot when he/she comes to his motherland, I believe. After going through all airport stuff, I came out and met my relatives and it was a very special moment, those hugs and kisses from aunts and uncles are priceless. As I already have a home; so I was gonna stay with them for a month and do my internship as well. The next day, I wake up early and get ready; have hot cup of tea with delicious mango pickle and parata which is one of the local breakfasts in Pakistan. By 8:00 I was ready to go. Believe me, my ride for next one- month was to travel by bike with my cousin from home to office for 45-50 min and as well site-seeing. Because my family won’t allow me to travel alone locally (close family things), they said it was too hard for me to understand how the system really works (to which I was really sad), but somehow I was adamant that I need to go locally to know more about how people live, behave or some kind of new experience. So the journey of me, bike and my cousin began. I remember having issues while sitting because I was wearing shalwar kamees, which is my traditional dress which made a bit hard for me to sit on bike because I could not sit the “boy’s way” because in our culture they don’t prefer girls sitting that way. Somehow I adjusted the bag, me and my veil on my head which is as well mandatory. My rides on the bikes are once I will always keep close to me. Quite few times I use to go back to my memories; remembering the shop I ate biscuit called “tiger” with hot tea and those laughs with my cousin that still echo in my ears. I remember when I was horrified seeing more bikes then people on roads, there were bikes everywhere just like honeybees on honeycomb. So much smoke and citizens at local bus station standing for local transportation, and I was distressed seeing them fight and push each other to make it in bus, as buses have limit to accommodate amount of people. The other point was that bus was irresistibly beautiful, with large windows and was decked up as a bride, but quite small. And the traffic was there from my house to my office every day. The local vendors on side roads setting there fruits and vegetables on cart, and sprinkling water so they looked more fresh and delicious to buyers. I would always pass through a graveyard on the roadside and always thank god for giving me other day to live. One of those days my cousin took me to Quaid-e-Azam Flag stuff house in Karachi. Which is a museum with personal belongings of the founder of Pakistan Muhammad Ail Jinnah. This beautiful yellow stone and green roof house to me looked so mesmerizing and there was so much respect as I was walked in step by step. It was covered with gardens all around. When I went inside the house I could imagine how he would sit on dining table while having food, read a book on his bed before sleep and those culinary items, he might have used. I was just wishing the whole time to be a reality, but, it was not. Finally my trip was over, I could not expect that I would carry back home, love, experience of emotions and so much connections that I made with local or strangers back in Pakistan. It was something I never expected to have. Travelling is more then going somewhere, its the connect that holds us close.