Pran Nevile has conjured up yet another masterpiece from his vast repertoire of memories and anecdotes that strectch for over 70 years when India and Pakistan were one country and the author was experiencing the bliss of youthful years. He saw Hira Mandi in Lahore where K.L. Saigal was idolized and the dancing girls who made the city the Paris of the East, with each evening wearing the halo of romance amid the fragrance of Jasmine flowers at the mujra which made the "mehfil" redolent with feminine grace and encores.