Sid: Hey Wifey,Guess
what? Got call from the office, my leave
is over & have to join back in two days time.
Ria: (Blank)
bluffing huh?
Sid: No am
serious. You too as well joining with me. What?? Are you not happy?
Ria. Off course
am happy. Its just we haven’t spent enough time at home
and parents are expecting us to visit them.
Sid: I know baby
but you know the drill. I am leaving for office to collect our papers. Will you
manage with the packing?
Ria: (sigh) You
forgot. As if I got a chance to unpack them.
Sid: Grrrrrr…See
you later.
Ria:………………………………………………………………………………
“Do not wish for things you regret later”. God has really fulfilled my desire to the fullest. Living a nomadic life has its own pros & cons. Adventure, sailing, exploring numerous places, exotic food, who shall not wish for a spectacular life. I know few people yearn to fill-in my shoes. However they are not aware of the darker side. Leaving a life behind, people you love, tit bit joys, home-cooked food and friends can undeniably turn a person to alter his wanderlust longings.
Living far away from your cocoon, you only left with the
undiminished memories to treasure & to embrace them with people & places.
I recollect my bygones through pictures, videos, letters, cards, food &
smells. Ah!! Smells, how they forge a link and take us back to the finer moments
of the past. I am a victim of nostalgia & few distinct smells are what
sustain me to overcome my homesickness.
Sacrosanct smell of
Wet Mud-
The small pleasures of inhaling the first rains, smells of the wet
grounds ring bells of the imminent springs. Those wonderful earthy fragrances
buried under evoke my childhood memories. Dancing in the first rains, long geri
routes, ginger tea with hot pakoras , pool parties reawakens bond with your old
self.
Sinful smell of
mom’s cooking-
Is anything more scrumptious then mom’s home cooked food. It’s indeed my treasure trove. All
the aromas coming from the kitchen, the smell of baked apple pie, the fenugreeks
tadka , whiff of all the sweets & delicacies transports me across thousands
of miles straight to my mum’s kitchen.
Sensual Smell of
Dad’s Aftershave-
Being an Army man, my dad was often away on deployment. I
remember he always used to keep a shaving kit full of scents & aftershaves.
Old spice, that’s the aftershave my dad wore but it has indeed changed now.
Scrumptious smell of
Mangoes-
Entering the house & sniffing the fragrance of fresh mangoes
means the arrival of summers. Bless our parents for maintaining our old village
orchids so that we can pass on the legacy to our own children.
Smell of Shoe Polish-
Call me crazy but am addicted to the smell of bootpoish.And it certainly took
me back to school days. For many years it was an evening ritual to polish shoes
along with my siblings & a challenge who will shine them most.
Sweet Baby smell –
The best smell in
the world has to be the smell of
a new born baby. I feel babies have special
& distinct fragrances .Am very close to my 1.5 year old niece & have
kept her romper with me as souvenir. I still get the whiff of Johnson's baby
products & my heart yearn me to embark on motherhood ride soon.
Sacred Smell of
Incense sticks –
Whenever I went to my parents place, my morning kick
starts with the sacred smells of agarbatti and I never forget to carry them along.
Though it’s not allowed to light on ship for safety reason but still they
spread its aroma all around.
“Heart thoughts are
profound, hindsight aches and hope is obscure. I'm craving a great adventure --
one that leads me back home.”
