A dialogue between two friends --One supporting a town life and the other a village life.

Akbar : Enough of it, I'm fed up.

Aslam : What do you mean?

Akbar : I mean, I'm sick of the city, my friend.

Aslam : Curious indeed! People are mad for the city and the city sickens you. What's the trouble hare?

Akbar : No end of troubles. This noise, this crowd this congestion this dirt and this smoke and what not.

Aslam : And do you prefer a dull sluggish lif among a set of fools? There's cinema, on theatre, no buses. not even any good road..

Akbar : But the sun shines there bright over the fields and the stream, the flowers smile and the people, though stupid, are so simple and sympathetic.

Aslam : A poet's dream! Think of the rainy - season, the knee- deep mud, frogs, snakes and the howl of jackals at night.

Akbar : There's peace. There's beauty of nature.

Aslam : But beauty doesn't help life. In a vallage, no doctor, no hospital, no school, no college no university. And you can't do without a city in this 2 st century.

Akbar : Surely a city is necessary but there must be the quiet village too, where the sick mind may sleep occasionally to breathe out a sigh of relief. Don't forget that Allah has made the village while man has made the city.