Experiencing the Capital

                                                Experiencing the capital

When I first came to know that we were heading to an official site I imagined a place away from the city in a calm and quiet place with no ordinary tourists. To my wonder the place where I was standing was completely different. In the midst the city and a busy neighbourhood near it lied the place called "Capitol hill". My tour started from a magnificent building called Jefferson building. I can not imagine a better place than this to start a tour of the such wide area. Water flowing from the beautiful fountain led to the stairs where stood this building with beautiful carvings on it's walls. Amazed by it's architecture I couldn't resist myself from going inside it. 

Once I stepped inside it a huge building with glass as it's ceiling Greek paintings on its walls terrific black statues at the railing appeared in front of me. Awestruck by the extravagance of it I don't remember my feet moving to any particular direction. Like Alice in the wonderland I wandered in the building unaware of my destination and there I stood in a corridor with sunlight directly coming inside it with high glass windows and beautiful artwork done above them.

The more I discovered the more amused I got and in my period of amazement I reached a large wooden door with a banner over it quoting the words "first among many" from a book about early american history. The place I entered now was different as it wasn't only decorated with statues and colourful art but it had wooden showcases everywhere containing photographs, pieces of newspapers and books. I was intrigued after reading names of Greek philosophers on the walls of hall way displaying the history of civil rights movement in America. I was searching for the chain that connected the Greek ideology and the american revolution.

The enormous building was exhibiting the beauty and culture from it's every part. But for me it only increased my desire to do more of exploration. Only at the distance of a street the white capital building emerged in front of me. As I walked up to the building I came across people cycling in the nearby park, tourist taking pictures and even protesters peacefully protesting for their demands. Just this scene was enough for me to enlighten me with american diversity, how acceptance of others views is and their voice is being heard by their lawmakers. Keeping such official places open for public endorses the idea that their history is part of who they are now and they are part of the future being planned for them.

The thing which we(pakistan) need to learn from U.S is the accessibility of a common american to his representative. 

What I discovered about this exclusive place is just a bit and I am sure it has still a  lot of untold stories to be narrated.