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 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.
Loved reading this post! Best of luck for the contest! :)
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