The Fragrance
A strange feeling swept through him as the car drove past the familiar gates of the Indian Institute of Technology, Kharagpur. The sun was about to set and the mellow chirping of birds filled the crimson late evening sky. The car drove through the newly laid roads, past the famous landmarks and all-too-familiar turns and finally stopped at the gate of the newly renovated guest house. Aniket stepped out, took off his shades and looked around. A gentle breeze had started to blow. He closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply. A strange aroma filled his senses, something that he always associated with this place. What was that smell? He couldn’t tell exactly. He took his small trolley bag and rolled it along to the reception. “Your name, sir?” “Aniket Bhattacharya” “Room S4” It had been ten years since he last came here. Or rather, ten years since he had left this place. He still remembered the day when he finally left the campus. He remembered how a small c...