After the scorching heat of the long Summer, the first raindrops meet the thirsty Earth, who has been longing for their intimate union. As they both merge into each other, an exquisite eloquent fragrance permeates in the air. That fragrance is called Petrichor. No fragrance can ever match its heavenly scent. She said that if her life were a fragrance, it would be Petrichor.
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Author: Deodatta V. Shenai-Khatkhate