The village, where my childhood memories are buried, is my paradise forever. Those memories which I always spent there are unexplainable in words. Baloor is a small village located in Teshil Hoshab of district Kech. Despite my visits in several other cities, villages and towns, I feel the pleasure I receive in Baloor is unmatchable in any other place. It keeps me on a deep thinking to realise its wonderful memories, happiness and joys in my life.
The population of my village is almost twenty thousands. When I see the small children who are spending their precious time for useless things and they do not have enthusiastic desires in future to join the school, which lacks facilities so that small children get proper education in the village, my heart deeply dims down. It makes me ponder deeply, but I am unable to think for its innocent souls who are unwilling to get education due to unawareness as to how education is important in one’s life. Though, there is no proper facilities, I should stay there at my native place to spend my vacations with my mother, father, sisters, brothers, grandfather, grandfather, relatives, and with innocent children to keep pushing them to think of an education.
Apart from everything, Baloor is a beautiful place to visit. Because I am getting education in Turbat, I often visit in my village on my vacations to see its beauty and pick up my pen to narrate on how beautiful the lively village means to me. When I call my mother, her tears come out as she says innocently to come. “My eyes long to see you, my child.” My Baloor’s love reflects that of my mother’s deep affection.
I often visit on the season of spirit for seeing its beauty to find what “old and youth” are doing. In this season, people are busy with their activities in farms. However, people, like us, visit and enjoy in every farm and hunt birds. In this season, all students return back to their home for hunting birds and for witnessing the most beautiful season in Kolwah.
Apart from these, all people get engrossed in their activities. Many people like to play cricket, children often play ‘Gee’ game and old people are busy with ‘Chook’. The gatherings of old people give us pleasure to see what they are doing. They often play ‘Chook’ and their game makes many people compel to see them the most.
Furthermore, in winter season, I always compel my grandmother to bake me ‘Porani Naan’. It is too famous across Balochistan. These often compel us to stay in our villages and see the love of our parents and its people.
Baloor is the most touristic place of mine ever. I always remember its evening tea made with milk of ‘cows and goats’ in my entire vocations. “Sher-o- Rogan” of Baloor for lunch and dinner are the most special dish people prefer.
As a whole, Baloor is my favorite place for traveling which always touches my soul for remembering my past memories. My gone days hint me that all I have to do is achieve more and more to brighten the name of my village.