Fragrantly yours

Her guest room feels different, though I’ve spent a couple of nights there earlier.

“Have you changed the curtains?”

She nods in the negative before saying goodnight.

I dream of a garden with long stems of tuberoses. Their fragrance is nocturnal, but tonight is different. Winds have stopped and the garden is silent.

I shouldn’t have stayed here, especially since her husband is suffering from mental illness.

I wake up with a start, and know what’s missing – the vase of tuberoses she always kept, for I love all things natural.

The fragrance has since gone out of her life.


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