Something strange struck me as I approached the campus. It’s as if the trees lining the road recognised me and extended a welcome. The paying guest house I’d already booked was near the institute where I was due to appear for an exam the next day.
As I unlatched the gate, fragrance flooding the air inside hit me. A rosebush at the entrance, the fallen petals gracing the ground, greeted me. I hunkered down and drank deeply of the heady perfume of the floral leaves. When I lifted my head, I found her, my old flame, at the door, staring.