I have a bottle of dry petals, leaves and seeds soaked in sandalwood oil on my work table. I open the bottle ever so often and inhale the smell of distant hills where sandalwood trees grow – the wooded western ghats with its green valleys and trilling waterfalls. I need to experience this sensation in the midst of Chennai that is getting ready for a gruelling summer. I need my cups of mint tea too through the day. And those are my new reading glasses, a sassy red one.