Petrichor

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“The fog… is choking!” That was her goodbye.
The earth had welcomed her with summer rains, a pluviophile she was.

Hot, athirst summers since then had taken her scent from my memory.

Thursday, the petrichor conjured up everything about her.

I cried.

© Mridula 2014

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