It was the smell of the Oriental Manuscript Library where my
aunt used to work. As a child I have been there a few times, fascinated by tiny
illegible scrawls on nearly crumbling Palmyra leaves. And the scent was of
lemongrass. I have forgotten what scrolls I held in my tiny hands. But the
smell never left me.
Many years later, when I was eating for a living and trying
Thai cuisine for the first time, I encountered the fragrance again. In a small
pot of tea, pale green in colour and poured into my dainty teacup, I had my
tryst with lemongrass. And it made me happy, and I realized that memory is a
lovely thing too, sometimes!
:)
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