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I am writing this blog to tell you about the beauty of my village which is located near Sialkot and its name is Daska. Very few people in Pakistan know about this place but trust me its amazing than many villages.
I was born in this village and I have spend my childhood there playing and doing different physical activities. Now our family is shifted to Lahore but we visit every weekend.
Like other villages, Daska also contains farms, gardens, and many other natural things. It is a beautiful small village and it has the fields of corns, wheat, rice and trees which gives different fruits. People who lives there are very hardworking and they get up early in the morning and go to work.
The road on a way to Daska is very dangerous, it is damaged by the heavy vehicles. No one repairs it, sadly. At the sides of road, there are fields which make the journey easy and pleasant. We also have a farm which was not in a good health before but now we have made it amazing by renovating it.
Once me and my cousins gathered in our farmhouse, we were playing cards late at night and we felt hungary. So we decided to go and find some restaurant, we had no mode of transport so we decided to walk. It was a dark night, there were no lights and the sound of different animals made us scare. We went very far away from our house and all the restaurants were closed. We felt very sad and angry. We were coming back to our house, we noticed a house which was decorated. We went there and an old man who was a guard was sitting outside. He offered us the nimko and tea. We sat beside him and he told the stories of his childhood in this village. It was a very great time.
Our village is very amazing but underdeveloped. Roads should be constructed which will make it more beautiful. There is also a border between India and Pakistan which has no line of control. We hear the sound of firing from India which frighten us.
Cricket is very famous among the boys of Daska and many have been slected in Pakistan cricket team. They play cricket from morning till late at night.
At the time of harvesting, we decorate the whole village with flowers. We celebrate this event as a festival. Swings are arranged for children, sports matches are conducted, its a kind of ceremony.

I have enjoyed my childhood in this village and still enjoy when I go there.

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