A scene from Peshawar’s Cinema Road in a photograph taken circa 1950. A tonga passes by The Picture House, which is showing Indian film Naghma.
Patras Bukhari wrote the following about old Peshawar in a letter to his sons:
“More and more, my wakeful and sleeping dreams are about Peshawar…. how will I ever be able to walk the dusty road outside Kohati Gate and make my way to blossoming orchards heavy with due, or smell the roasted meet in shops and eatinghouses full of strange travelers from the heart of Asia; or stand in the crisp cold wind from the snow peaked hills; or roam around the Sadar contacting far off England through second hand detective magazines; it the smell of candy, biscuits and toilet soap that made up a ‘European’ shop like Gai’s…”
Patras Bukhari wrote the following about old Peshawar in a letter to his sons:
“More and more, my wakeful and sleeping dreams are about Peshawar…. how will I ever be able to walk the dusty road outside Kohati Gate and make my way to blossoming orchards heavy with due, or smell the roasted meet in shops and eatinghouses full of strange travelers from the heart of Asia; or stand in the crisp cold wind from the snow peaked hills; or roam around the Sadar contacting far off England through second hand detective magazines; it the smell of candy, biscuits and toilet soap that made up a ‘European’ shop like Gai’s…”