The smell of onions, when fried until golden brown
The aroma of chai patti, yet to be bathed in milk
The scent of stiff pages, when an old friend is drawn out
The savour of basmati, coming to a boil on low flame
The whiff of saffron, pinching a dish with subtle hue.
The incense of prayers, that vapour up from our roof
The tang of lemonade, after a heavy drain at workplace
The perfume of petrichor, sprayed on balcony walls.
These smell of home.