These and similar lyrics by Azeri singers used to describe the mental imagery of the inhabitants; the image of a snow-white girl in undulating silk dress fetching crystal clear cool water from the nearby spring. Unfortunately, the unrelenting time passes its course and along takes the delight. Nowadays, bickering about petty land disputes and occasional melancholic sighs on the sweet memory of bygone days are the dominant theme of social gatherings. The adventures of late Rәcәb Kәtda -the local counterpart of Zorba the Greek- are no longer the integral part of collective narratives, Hac Zakeri and Mәşt Hәbib are deceased and with them has gone the spirit of generosity, Cәhanbәxş and Nәriman no longer are referred to as Khans, and, the deafening sound of the mills has long been silenced. Thus, it is more appropriate to quote a nostalgic poem by the legendary Mohammad-Hossein Shahriar;