When the skies prepared for the showers, my mind was filled with
memories of my childhood, penetrating so deep that, the scents of those
dragged me into a state of reminiscence.
Then I realised how beautiful these scents were; the scents that brood in
me with obligations, which even shape my life. The smells
which tend to bloom into a philosophical poem, influencing my thoughts.
Smells of love, passion, agony, mischief, disaster, warmth, care, etc.,
which sometimes intoxicate me or sometimes make me to gloom and
solitude. They sometimes cover my ego with their selfless wings or
sometimes abandon me at once.
Back in the days…
I remember how beautiful the rains were in my childhood. When the first
showers of monsoon intruded into the earth, disturbing the
stagnant smells, which at once jumped up majestically everywhere, I ran
out in rain, closed my eyes and inhaled. It gave me a state of
exhilarant, and suddenly I felt nothing, but only the rain and the joy delivering me from all thoughts, worries, parting
me from the other part of the world. These smells were my constant
companions, with whom I mused, I played, I dreamed and I lived.
Thankfully, there are still traces of these scents. OK, back to Nostalgia.
