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Perfume Of Petrichor

I want to be petrichor on a regular evening in February that make you think of me and say,

“Remember that evening when the world smelled like petrichor and I wore the black kurta with those jhumkas you love? That was one of my favourite moment of us because you said that you wanted to remember me in that look exactly – earthy with a perfume of petrichor.”

I want to be the light drizzle on a random night in February that make you curl up closer to me and say,

“I wish we could stay in this weather forever. You, me, music and the moon playing hide and seek with the clouds. I wish to remember this moment exactly – lovely with a perfume of petrichor.

I want to be the lightning in the late hours of an unremarkable night in February when your thoughts and our conversations keep you awake and you say,

“You’re lightning. Fierce yet lighting everything up wherever you go exactly like this – scintillating with a perfume of petrichor.”

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