The scent that I longed for,

what was it worth?

I made it my home,

where a thousand jasmines bloomed.

The day it left, it tore me in two.

I wished, just once more,

to take it in,

to let it engrave itself upon my heart.

But time passed,

and I moved on.

One day, suddenly,

the scent returned—

but unfamiliar.

So I asked for its worth.

She replied—

"A hundred rupees."