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lahore fort beauty at night SUMMER PALACE OR FAIRY PALACE AT LAHORE FORT ‘This part of Lahore fort remains cold even in summers because of its unique ventilation system. Large spacious rooms were used as Harem. Queens, consorts n princesses meandered here. We just open this area just for our special guests. You can visit this area at ease.’ Tourists spread in the rooms of summer palace just beneath Seesh Mahal in hope to hear few gossips, cackles and tears from past. Just then, Murad turned to him.       ‘What you just said to Irravati?’ he became furious. ‘I’m not in state of saying anything to anyone,’ Saadun tried to budge outside the wall. TEMPLE OF LOH ‘But I know why you’re roving disguised as guide at this fort?’ Saadun looked in his eyes. Just then they heard bells ringing in ‘temple of Loh’ named at prince ‘Lava’ or ‘Loh’ ;the son of Raam and Sita. ‘She is back,’ Murad looked above. Tourists came back to him. CONSTRUCTION...

‘Hey, an itinerant of Ravi… can you hear at me? I’m looking for someone to help me out of here. I’m sure my story will compel you to feel sympathy with me.’ She glanced around on unfathomable call, when she moved downstairs at Lahore fort. ‘Who else can see me?’ she wondered. ‘But how can you….,’ she stared at him. IRRAVATI, OLD NAME OF RAVI AND ITS ORIGIN     ‘ Irravati … Oh, I mean can you ride me till river Ravi?’ I’m Saadun. I’m stuck over here for centuries. I belong to its soil.   With heavenly blue water, starting from Himalaya, I started to roll n drown with it since 2000 years ago. I observed green valleys of Kashmir and small villages at plains of Punjab at its banks. I loved the songs and cackles of young girls washing, bathing n gossiping for long at Ravi,’ he paused. LAVAPURI, OLD NAME OF LAHORE   ‘Then one stormy day a devastating flood forced me to roll down in south at the fields of a beautiful village ‘Lavapuri...