As he walked along, the breeze brought her fragrance to him.
Nithin stopped and took a deep breath, smiling as he did.
Instantly, he imagined what might be in store, and her smile that he had seen just a few hours back.
After four hours, he heard the bell ring. He had been waiting quite impatiently.
“How heavenly is this fragrance, the aroma from mom’s curry,” thought the ten year old, as he opened his lunch box.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
10th April, 2017)