The white champaca from grandma's balcony. It's been a year since she left. She is here, just as the fragrance is here...
May 30th, 2014, 8pm
It was 21°C with few clouds.
Scent of childhood,
scent of love.
In a breath of time,
white champaca,
led me back
to love,
May I always remember,
life is never too complicated,
when my heart is pure.
