Some wilted desires,
some whetted dreams.
Amid it, a whiff of jasmine
with the redolence of comfort
you float; you prance;
You’d even planned to dance.
But then, those unwanted needs,
those coats made of tweed.
They entice you; lure you.
And you leave,
hardly looking behind.
What happens to that whiff?
It comes back often on rainy days.
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Ankita is a middle-class Bengali woman whose eyelids are painted with yet-to-be fulfilled dreams. An avowed reader, she only wants to learn and write in life.
