Food, friendship, fun
I saw three friends—my own little version of the “Three Musketeers”—eating quickly during the school lunch break at a small joint near the Government school in Hoodi.
Their lively spirit brought back cherished childhood memories, with “Kiska Rasta dekhe” echoing in my mind. I couldn’t resist capturing the moment. I paid their bill, and their big smiles truly made my day.
I saw three friends—my own little version of the “Three Musketeers”—eating quickly during the school lunch break at a small joint near the Government school in Hoodi.
Their lively spirit brought back cherished childhood memories, with “Kiska Rasta dekhe” echoing in my mind. I couldn’t resist capturing the moment. I paid their bill, and their big smiles truly made my day.