A deeply reflective journey into the magic realism in childhood memories. Discover how the haunting nostalgia of a chandan tree and magnolia blooms can shape our adult lives. As I sit on the wooden stool in my high rise balcony surrounded by earthen pots overflowing with jasmine and kamini and roses that I tend with an obsessive devotion the concrete city below begins to fade into a quiet hum. I am not truly sitting on that slab suspended above the roaring traffic. I have transported my spirit into the lush emerald gardens of my youth doing all this delicate gardening…