actuality.log


Tuesday, July the 17th, 2007

A sweet dash of lavender and a hint of fresh lemon—it’s a fragrance I can never forget.

When I was a wee lad, a distant relative of my mom, at least I think she was, stayed at our home when she was visiting our country; I think for the first time. Being the dutiful son that I was—besides being bribed and otherwise coerced—I gave up my room so she could use it. I don’t remember her name, nor her face or her form, but I can’t ever forget the wonderful aroma that was always about her. I remember my room smelling and feeling feminine for days after she’d left. I remember wishing for more as it started to fade; that magically she would show up from time to time so that my room would never lose that feeling.

That was over fifteen years ago.

Earlier today, as I was catching up on some reading in a park, the whiff of a woman tanning beside brought back those wonderful memories.

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8 Responses to “Whiffs of reminiscence”

  1. Michelle says:

    Oh, I do like lavender, I have a pillow filled with it in my bedroom, and a scented candle on my nightstand.

  2. pundit says:

    I thought someone was supposed to be avoiding the internets for fear of spoilers? What if I were the types who read (or saw, if it’s a new movie and not book that’s now out?) Harry Potter? The potential horror!

  3. WeeAre says:

    I am somehow reminded of…

    “Chandan sa badan, Chanchal chitwan..
    Dheere se tera yeh, muskanaa”

  4. pundit says:

    Which, translated to a bearable language, would be?

  5. Mukul says:

    So you don’t get Hindi, pundit ji? :-)

    Roughly translated in English, the verse means:

    “Your body that smells of sandalwood, the naughty surroundings around us,
    And your restrained/slow smile,
    people! don’t hold me guilty for it, if i go crazy for her”

  6. WeeAre says:

    The last line, written by Mukul, in Hindi stands as..

    “Mujhe dosh na dena jagwaloon,
    Ho jaaon agar mein deewana”

  7. pundit says:

    Mukul: No, I do not.

  8. Michelle says:

    You’re not into Harry Potter, remember? :P

    I have naught to fear from you.


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