Indian Fragrance

It was December when we had left the icy Tehran to emerge in Mumbai’s fragrance. The streets had been strayed in a dancing noisy grabbing the hearts. No winter in Mumbai, so there is no place for any heavy words or factitious souls. Everything is smiling and rosy; the eyes had been filled with fragrance and the mouths had been colored with songs. In Indian fragrance you can't find anything but amazing moments and profound stories. The colored lights shine the cheeks and the blossoming henna fills the hands. I can't forget that road which I had disappeared in its fragrance and that skyscraper which stood in the heart of a sorcerous shore.