In Memory of Once Upon a Time

It was a city that stabbed hearts had deserted with tears. It was a smoky garden of tired smilets, where desires found climax, where the concept of time is totally lost. Who knows how many years, in double figures, from the end of my life was I ready to sacrifice for the last one I had spent there. Every experience in different realms of life is the adventure of a separate book. The one residing here is one of my most precious masterpieces; and again just like in the good old days, I enter this city in my favourite hours. For a few weeks each year, transient happinesses were bought in this city. One month in every year, actual hearts were shattered.