Rushing home from work, it was the faintest whiff of sandal that I caught. The surroundings dissolved in front of my eyes; I was immediately transported back 25 years.
It was the scent my favourite grandmother carried around her all the time. Those lovingly stitched satin pouches with sandalwood powder that she placed between her cherished sarees. The scent that filled the room everytime she opened her wardrobe to take out some special treat for me. The scent that accompanied us on all the storytelling trips she took me on.
Just one whiff was enough to take me to paradise.
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