The smell of fresh paint
The musty smell of an old quilt put away for a
long time, inside a wooden box bed
The damp smell of settled dust in the old store
room
The smell of santoor soap stuck to the roof of
my mouth
The smell of dried royal blue chelpark ink, on
an old, frayed notebook
The smell of chalk inside a paper box full of
saw dust
The smell of burnt kerosene from the glass lamp
that kept me company on dark nights
The smell of rain on cement pathways
The smell of your memories is all of this,
rolled into one.
It is sad, wistful, deep, poignant... all the same time. Bittersweet for me. Trust the ol' factory!
ReplyDelete@Pramshanks: Thank you. :)
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