Lakhpat: A City that still speaks

I know it hurts.

I know the silence within you is heavy.

You were once full of life, wealth and history. But today, the world calls you a Ghost Town.

How does it feel to be forgotten?

That day, we came to see you. From a far, you looked lonely, frozen in time. Broken homes, fallen palaces, empty streets covered in dust—everything around you felt like a story left unfinished.

Your streets still carry memories.

Once, children played here.

Once, a father bought sweets for his little boy.

Once, a girl practiced dance in her courtyard, dreaming of the future.

But time took them all away.

As we walked, we met an old woman. She told us with eyes filled with nostalgia, how lively you used to be— she spoke about the days when the town was alive. She told us how the markets used to be crowded, how festivals brought joy to every home and how the people of Lakhpat lived with dreams in their hearts. Then, one day, everything changed. A massive earthquake shook the land, destroying homes, breaking families apart and forcing people to leave. Some fled in fear, some never returned and the city, once so full of life, was left behind—alone, holding onto memories. And you remained, alone, holding on to the past.

Lakhpat, do you know?

When we were leaving, it felt like you wanted to speak. Your broken walls, silent streets and locked doors whispered— “Don’t go. Stay a little longer. Listen to our story.”

But the sun was setting and we had to leave.

Still, I promise—we will return. Next time, we will sit with you, listen to every lost story and remember.

You are not a Ghost Town, Lakhpat.

You are a forgotten story waiting to be told again.