That Petrichor Smell

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As a kid, I had a certain affinity for the smell generated by raindrops on dry dusty land. A similar fragrance that we get from novels, old books or while mopping a very dusty floor (personal experience). So it's my first post as a blogger and I want to shed some light on why I chose this name. I had a really tough time deciding a name for my blog when one of my friends suggested me to name it on something I've always had an affinity for and VOILA the name popped up.

  I promise to keep my content short, lucid and as relatable as possible. I am no poet neither am I a writer just a sane person giving a destination to my perception of, a once in a while experience, called LIFE.

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