I miss how
the jasmine plant back home
With its scented flowers never failed
to announce the arrival of dusk
before the shadows crept in.

I miss how
my closet back home
with its stacked clothes and
mild floral scent of her favorite detergent
whispered "mom's here" when opened.

All these new scents,
different people and their accents,
even the sky doesn't look the same here.
I wrap myself with the pashmina from home,
yearning for a whiff of familiarity!

- Indhu.Sara.Writes

- Sara Jothi