We hear earth’s smell in our jingoism but rain makes it lovely on our balcony’s earth pots. There is new word for the loveliness- petrichor. Petrichor is the very word for the smell of rain on earth. Under a slanting rain our potted plants spread its fragrance in the little holes of our balconies .
But petrichor may be coaxed to mean an Indian stone thief. We see entire hills being stolen. Our homes are made of former hills , their body pieces hiding our bodies in snug walls. Their tiny body pieces gravel our paths . Some of them keep our smoking trains from falling.
We are an entire Indian hill thief.