A fragrance called Singapore
When you travel to some place, what do you remember the most? The sights...the sounds...the people...and the smells...Ahh! Yes. The smells of a place...those are what transport you back there in an instant. All you need to do is take a deep breath and close your eyes. It is this experience, I narrate in this short post below...my first, most vivid memory of Singapore, and the one which remains with me to this day. As I stepped our of the aircraft, on to the tarmac of Changi Airport, Singapore, it was my sense of smell was seduced. The aer was filled with fragrance...the exact opposite of the smell we had left behind (no pun intended), at Mumbai airport. I felt like I was in God's own fragrant country. I followed the sweet, tangy, fruity fragrance and even before I could enter the country, we were in the Garden of Eden...Changi Airport's butterfly garden. Hundreds of butterflies, little splashes of rainbows, fluttering in the aer , oblivious to the several e...