Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The smell of childhood

When i was little and when we used to live in a different house, we had this small garden in front where there used to be a guava tree, a cotton plant, a tulsi plant (Holy Basil), and roses: white and pink. I was about the same size as those rose bushes, so whenever i ran over to the garden i was wrapped up in that sweet fragrance of the roses. The smell of rose still makes me nostalgic. Whenever my head is heavy or i'm over-thinking stuff (most of the time which results in stress) i go out, bring my nose to a blooming rose* (in my current house we have magenta roses in our garden) and inhale a deep breath. As the magical odor fills my senses, i am able to revisit those moments of my childhood when i used to run into the old garden. That's why the roses smell of childhood to me.

*i hate how that rhymes. 
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