Like the spreading of a peacock’s tail your beauty transforms.

…

A story.

This inner kerana have all the wealth night and day.

Short tale.

My love poem.

Scents happen. People who love perfume should keep using and cherishing the fragrances they like, and just let life fill in the gaps in the way that it wants. Now it so happens that a once-beloved scent can be ruined for us by sheer circumstance, but then again, it is not unusual for a mediocre scent to rise wildly in our esteem when colored by pleasant associations.

Since its presence until now, My room smelled of perfume.

The fall season has started and the students are back to school. After fourty years old the excitement for advocacy calms down and you look back at your own past. You can then know who was for you or who was against your projects and the breeze of the Lake Ontario carries your perfume in the wind.

Bottle of Perfume.