city scent

i remember the first time i caught the smell of pune. it was a mix of wet earth and something sweet, like the fragrance of gulmohar flowers. it's a smell that's hard to describe, but it's one that's instantly recognizable. whenever i'm in a new city, i try to pinpoint its unique scent. bombay smells like a mix of street food and the sea, delhi smells like dust and smoke. but pune's smell is different. it's a smell that's both earthy and floral, like the city itself is a garden. i've tried to recreate this smell in other cities, but it's impossible. it's a smell that's deeply tied to the city's geography and climate. when i'm away from pune, i miss this smell. it's a reminder of the city's presence in my life, a presence that's both comforting and overwhelming. the smell of pune is like a memory, one that's triggered by the smallest things. a certain type of flower, a particular type of food, a specific type of tree. it's a smell that's deeply personal, one that's tied to my own memories and experiences. when i'm in pune, i feel like i'm surrounded by this smell, like it's wrapping itself around me. it's a feeling that's hard to describe, but it's one that's deeply comforting. it's like the city is embracing me, holding me close. the smell of pune is like a sense of home, a sense of belonging. it's a smell that's deeply tied to my own identity, one that's shaped by my experiences and memories. when i'm away from pune, i miss this smell, this sense of home. it's a reminder of what's waiting for me, of what i've left behind.