Some Distant Memory

It had rained that day. I was coming back home. As my bus left Shivaji Nagar stand, I smelled a fragrance that was very familiar. I could recognize that, but I was surprized to have it here. I had it in Ranikhet!

This was the smell of wet leaves, wet flowers and wet trees; the smell of wet earth and wet sky also mingled to that. It was unbelievable. The excitement to have that and also recognize that almsot stopped my breath. For a second those quaint windy roads and nature's majesty just flashed in front of eyes. I almost forgot that I was sitting in a bus thousand miles away from the place.

Then it hit me. And it hit me bad. Very bad indeed. I wish I had not gone there!