Petrichor Of The Past: A Gentle Reminder Of Childhood and Growth
I stand rubbing my palms on the glass.It feels like a warm breeze on a summer day.I feel smitten by our growthFulfilled not yet ,Striving? Oh yes!It rained today and just like thatI remembered the petrichor of the past. It brought me a scent of nostalgia and growth.It transported me back to the joy of…