tzamian on Nostr: The fragrance of jasmine flowers enchanted the child in me. I used to sleep with my ...

The fragrance of jasmine flowers enchanted the child in me. I used to sleep with my grandpa in my first 7 or 8 years of my life. We did not have jasmines in our garden. But I would smell the coffee flowers early in the misty mornings in the yard behind my house. I used to wake up smelling those flowers and as soon as the first rays of the sun descended into the courtyard, I would dash down the gravel path leading to the house of a quarry worker at the speed of an arrow and put my brakes right in front of the jasmine flowers crept all over his house’s boundary walls. His wife Janki would wake up then and come toward me with her usual smile and greetings for me and then help me gather as many flowers as I need. I would then head back to my house smelling those flowers umpteen times on the way.Janki’s glowing face and jasmine fragrance used to fill most of my childhood mornings. I used to keep the flowers in a tumbler of water or make a garland wit them. I loved the fragrance as if it emanated from within my soul.