How can one appreciate something without knowing it? How can you affiliate your affections with a remote dwelling or/and dwellers? The universe of a wo/man is very small – it starts from his/her parents and ends in his/her home. Sounds false? Visit Lahore, I can prove that. My favourite city is the one I born in – what else can I know and appreciate better! My city is glamorous in its own strange ways! Hundreds of second hand books of all subjects, about all places, of all authors living or dead, appear everywhere on footpaths from no where! Humans are still pulling the carriages! The G8 contemplate the curse of global warming and here the vehicle of life is crawling by burning tonnes of fossil fuel every hour! Here people are not worried about gigantic issues of international concern or the power politics – they are figuring out ways to provide at least the next meal properly to their families. Contrary, you can visit any street of Lahore at any time of the day to see that the business of food vendors never stops! Interestingly, my city is divided. In blocks far situated from the heart of Lahore where the cream of bureaucrats live and no wo/man can enter without the passport! And mind you, here people have no identity! They are just people, if not people then only crowds if not crowds then only procession. In rest of the blocks there is no division of a society – infect there is no society but cobwebs. Roofs bisect roads. You can adjust the whole community into one house and they will be grateful if provided with no work and ample food. Everyone needs money but loves lethargy. There is so much to say that I am confused how! How can I put into words the lungs and tongues (Gurdey and Khad) speciality of my city with the crisp of Papaer. Do you know my city? Have heard about it? Want to know about it? Should I picture its loveliness mudded with the core issues of survival; and the hospitality of having not sufficient but welcoming the blessing of Allah – the guests? Do you want to know how Lahore was at the time of Mugals? And its gigantic doors? My city is lovely in all its ugliness!