My inspiration is drawn from my memories of my childhood growing up in India: of Indian women in the marketplace with fragrant jasmine garlands in their hair. The scent of attar's, flower stalls with heady tuberoses, rose waters, and sandalwood incense sticks wafting through the air as they burned. The various flowers that bloomed at night, the smell of the earth after it rained on a hot summer day and oh the monsoons.

 

The smell of fresh mint leaves, ginger and lemon being crushed into juice at a vendor’s stall. The frangipani (plumeria) flowers which grew outside our home by my grandmother’s bedroom window and countless other memories that will unfold here, some translating into a fragrance to carry nostalgic memories. The curry leaf tree my grandmother tended lovingly; I now have my own small plant indoors that I treasure.