There are mornings, and then, there are awakenings. As the golden breath of dawn sweeps across the dew-kissed fairways of Margalla Greens, the world seems to pause at the edge of something sacred. Tee No. 1 stands not merely as a starting point in a game, but as a doorway into serenity, where nature andContinue reading “A Morning at Margalla Greens”
Category Archives: spring
Back to the Greens
The long winter slumber has ended. The once-silent fairways, buried beneath frost and snow, now whisper with the rustling of early spring breezes. The greens, softened by months of cold, breathe again beneath the weight of eager footsteps. And as the first tee shot soars into the crisp morning air, the soul of the gameContinue reading “Back to the Greens”
The Poet’s Round of Golf
Golf is a game where every swing holds a story, where each shot paints a picture on the canvas of the course. The chase of dimples on a golf ball mirrors our pursuit of perfection, but it’s the imperfections that often make the game beautiful. It’s the curve of a shot, the unexpected bounce, andContinue reading “The Poet’s Round of Golf”
Petals Make a Rose or Rose makes Petals?
“If your thought is a rose. You are a rose garden.” Rumi In the eternal dance between creation and consequence, one wonders: does the rose exist because of its petals, or do the petals owe their existence to the rose? The question is simple, yet like all musings about nature, it blooms into something muchContinue reading “Petals Make a Rose or Rose makes Petals?”
Yoga or Golf
“I have been a seeker and I still am, but I stopped asking the books and the stars. I started listening to the teaching of my soul.” Rumi In the calm embrace of dawn, where the first light delicately caresses the earth, two distinct worlds unfold, each offering its own path to enlightenment and mastery.Continue reading “Yoga or Golf”
Rising to the Occasion
“Your light is more magnificent than the sunrise.” Rumi The first blush of dawn kisses the sky, and PAF Skyview Golf Course Lahore awakens to the promise of a new day. The sun, a fiery chalice of light, spills its golden essence across the tranquil grounds, painting every dewdrop and blade of grass with aContinue reading “Rising to the Occasion”
Namli Maira Waterfalls
“Soul, a moving river. Body, the riverbed.” Rumi In the heart of Nathiagali, Abbottabad there is a landscape sculpted by the artistry of the elements. Where the earth whispers ancient secrets through the rustling grass, time seems to pause, and nature composes its most heartfelt symphony. This is a scene where the power of water,Continue reading “Namli Maira Waterfalls”
Trees
“If the foot of the tree were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me..For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.” Rumi The majestic dance of leaves in the gentle breeze, the tender embrace of roots in the earth, the silent symphony of growth—trees stand as living testamentsContinue reading “Trees”
The Approach Shot
“It took me seventeen years to get me three thousand hits in baseball. It took me one afternoon on the golf course.” Hank Aron In the grand tapestry of golf, a sport steeped in tradition and whispered reverences, there exists a stroke of such pivotal importance that it can elevate the humblest amateur to theContinue reading “The Approach Shot”
Autumn Golf in NYC
“Inside of us, there’s a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown out over the water.” Rumi As the vibrant kaleidoscope of October hues envelops New York City, a different kind of enchantment unfurls on its golf courses. Here, amidst skyscrapers, the ebb and flow of urban life, fall bestows a transcendental canvas thatContinue reading “Autumn Golf in NYC”
Morning With Golf 