City Of Joy

Whenever I sally out in the heart of the city I evince rife steps engaging in endless journey to mollify the inertia of saunter. If you reach here you would also join the brisk speed of life. The gestures of the city seem perfectly royal and match themselves with twirling tinge. However, aspects differ when my city shares winsome rapport with tradition and desolation. I vehemently cherish my city where alleyways are ‘handfuls of sweet memories’, and the adjacent archaic buildings are ‘curiosities of childhood’! Here aflame golden rays give a mere tig in my world of emancipation. City’s solitude tickles me as well!