A Gift from the Sea

I was trying to arrange my packing so that it made some sort of sense, and I came across a small bag that I had no recollection of.  I opened the bag, and in it was a sea shell, a special gift from someone who must realize that there is no way to give a gift that can contain the smell of the sea breeze, or the salty taste of the Indian Ocean.  The true gift is the memory.  The memory of the sun, and the heat, and the sand, and the curry.  The memory of Sri Lanka, Serendip, Tabropane and Ceylon.