"How poor is the imagination and how insignificant it is when it is compared to a reality that is richer than entering into comparison with it at all!Urban women in all parts of the world usually carry strongly worded messages to any imagination that comes close to talking about them. Their reality is too great to be reduced to mere efforts that the imagination has ever run to describe.All the women of cities are flowers thrown into the garden. They all carry a fragrance that is unmistakable to the nose of a connoisseur, provided that he is an actual connoisseur and not an pretender. They are all partners in commonalities that do not change, no matter what the color, shape, nationality, or land in which they grow. They are all partners in the land of fleeting happiness and deferred, compressed, and perhaps evaporating dreams. !!"
