The fragrant perfume of those tonnes of flowers were everywhere at the fabulous Kolkata’s Market along the river Hoogly. I got surprised by the Hindu women throwing flowers to the River in the afternoon as an offering. It was absolutely beautiful. When I arrived to the hotel the smell remained. I sniffed. It was me. All my clothes and my hair smelled of jasmine and orange blossom, including my new capri jeans. The smell was so fascinating that I found it difficult to let it go of my jeans. Still the aroma remained into my nose; and in my retinas, all the bright colours of the petals of that market.
Cropped flared jeans with frayed bottoms and soft stone washed