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Wednesday 7 August 2013

Smelly to smiley...A trip down memory lane!





This is written under the "smelly to smiley "contest organised by Ambipur
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Fragrance and nostalgia goes hand in hand. A nostalgic person or a seeker of memories often turns to fragrances or scents to go down memory lane.

We as mortals are slaves to our senses.

My memory takes a short trip to my childhood days.

 I  used to wait for the rains.... because when  raindrops embraced the parched earth, I used to be tickled by a sudden kind of  sensation  as I sniffed that  typical fragrance of the wet earth drenched in water  my instinctive craziness used to knock me down..... I would run down to my garden sniffing the air. I still am amidst the wet green earth, counting the rain drops and taking long breathe  to sniff that sweet smell....:)I am there in my   small  garden, my  hands tickling the wet mud.
 
 
I know what is being prepared, my nose is quite perfect in its job..... hot “Pakoda’s.” The smell of hot oil with a tinge of onion and fenugreek....and the familiar voice  consorts the known smell “come on dear, the hot Pakoda’s are really smelling yummy.”

I relate my entire childhood with fragrances, I still recollect the small lanes which I used to pass everyday while going to school holding my mother’s hands smelling of "Bela" and "Jasmine", a little further  and I used to be greeted by the gluttony aroma of "Jalebis" and  "kachoris" being fried  and then a small turn and I could smell the "Mogra" and "Sandal wood" fragrance,(my smelly journey continued:)) suddenly my head recognising the fragrance would  unquestionably bow down....... the pundit ji  so hooked to the same flavour of “Agarbatti” that I used to plunge into long breathes and conclude “God smells so good just like sandalwood.” The brew of different smells at that particular time everyday still makes me long for those hands which used to clasp mine with love and comfort on my way to school..... My mom and the touch of her hands were magical and the smell...." "OUT OF THE WORLD"...   "A TYPICAL MOTHER'S SMELL."

 

I grew up but fragrance still did not leave my life’s lanes and by lanes, my youthful days still lingers with his perfume and spray, I used to smell the air from faraway....it used to stir me with an intense feeling of joy and love...after years of marriage though he had changed his brand but I made sure that after 6 months I buy one spare bottle. Reliving the youthful days with the same aroma reminded me of the good old times spent...the old tales of romance. The air was filled with his breath.... me breathing the beautiful scent of his body mixed with the fragrance of air and the aroma of  love spinning over...weaving a beautiful love story. Love too has a scent...the chemical reaction emits a heart sweeping fragrance...I guessJ

 And days passed, my little baby with her cuddly body fragrance, the smell of milk from her breath with a tinge of baby powder and crème does not let me go back to the memory lane but ushers me to live in the present smelling her little fists, the invigorating fragrance of her soap and her body stirs my senses and I say "I love this smell" and then my head jerks and I wake from my memory trip..........

 Here I am sitting on my arm chair...old and clumsy sniffing those known air which came to me and stirred my soul with their fragrance ...I sniff, smell and smile and live with those handful of memories.
 
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