One minute, I was walking in a crowded Bombay market dodging shoppers with bursting bags, trying to avoid stepping onto banana peels or into potholes. The next minute, I was an eight year old running barefoot on a springy lawn, chasing dragonflies, plucking flowers.
I savoured the moment; gulped in the fresh, fragrant air. Only then did I wonder how I got there.
The answer was one I knew- the flower seller had done it to me.
Isn't it strange how scents have the ability to take you back in time and space? Jasmine flowers always do that for me.