I could smell them from miles away, the sweet fragrance that I had been missing for I don’t know how long.
Drawn towards it like a moth to fire, I walked into the garden like a zombie. The redolence inside was almost overpowering due to its intensity. I read the name of the garden on a board- EDEN, it said. There couldn’t be a more apt name, this indeed, was heavenly.
Rows upon rows of flowers of various species and hues lined the gravelly path that I took to explore the garden. One particular section seemed to be calling out to me through its distinct fragrance. My feet automatically took me in that direction.
I don’t know whether I walked for a meter or a mile, a minute or an hour,
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