PETRICHOR

The cloud it turns black, and the rain channels it way down to the earth

I see smiles everywhere, my mom, my sister, they rever on the droplets as if God's gift to the excruciating heat waves they surfed.

But for me their fellow surfer, it's not the rain that kicks the nerve, rather a scent which felt so familiar, it's as if earth was responding with that smell.

It was always there, I was always there, but down the line the connect this smell gave me was not there.

I walked down the yard inhaling this smell, blistering my soul.

But then I notice it is taking me down my ages. The smell was there, and now it has taken me to my childhood.

Yes we have met before, the olfactory senses of mine has rejoiced on this scent before.

And all of a sudden, there I was standing at the Airforce station of delhi. I saw myself, little younger, more lively, less concerned and more visionary. I saw my 7 yesr old self.

I saw him standing there, setting aside all his busy chores and enjoying that one big inhale.

The smell was the same but the experi ence novel. Yes the earth was responding.

Why is that the scent came to me after so much years ?

What took mother earth to respond for so long ?

And then in the clutter of rain and ocean of the scent, i realize it was me who took so long to respond.