Fragrance

In a solitary and self-admiring small village far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, I had a time of unhappiness in love with the old neem tree of unknown age in front of my door. Late one night, I settled my thoughts. The long-lasting fragrance lingered on the tip of my nose, and I thought devoutly under the tree, eager to understand that year, that tree, that love... Was it you? My hometown, the dearest, the most authentic, myself... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.