a flowery nostalgia

i got a new flower a few days ago, they’re some kind of bulb. i got it because of how elegant yet strong it seemed. i brought it home and realized that the smell was so so strong and beautiful. it brought me back to younger days… a time when i was in India at a coffee estate. the nostalgia was so strong that i felt i stayed in that state all evening. i felt like i was there. in a hot summer night, surrounded by plants and a huge sky that was softly fading from day to night. frogs hopping around in my bathroom. playing jenga with my family. having full conversations with locals who didn’t speak a word of the same language as us. i could feel the humid warm air on my skin and it felt real. i looked unto the sky here and it was the same sky i was looking at before.