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SMELLING

                 Specific smell recall reminiscences.
                  Nostalgia touches my core of heart pulling
                    almost forgotten past from abyss of
                              abandoned chapters of life.
                   
                      I sink sometime to childhood 
                  sometimes to bygone golden days of youth.
                  Particular sense of smell churn me, 
                    whirling, swirling, twirling in vortex
                           of redolence.
       
                  When joyous jasmine spread sacred aroma,
                      it’s  soothing scent reaches nose,
               I recollect my affectionate Grandma.
                In my childhood, she was so close.
                 From her garden, charms of blossoms rose.
                    Since then I feel mesmerised on
                       typical fragrance of Jasmine.
                  Also that was most favourite fragrance
                         of my dearest Dad.
                Scent of Jasmine still carry sweet memories 
                         associated with my father : 
                        My Idol, Philosopher and Guide. 

              Charm of smell of gorgeous night queen
                   remind me of my  delightful romantic wedding day.
               Scent of Gardenia was most alluring to my Mom.
                   On her funeral I offered garland of gardenia:
                        Flowers plucked from my garden.
                  Since then fragrance of gardenia brings me melancholy.
                          
                        My olfactory nerves are keen to invent
                                 smell of new books getting in hand.  
                         That nascent smell reminds my excitement
                                of new school texts to buy on demand.
                     Smell of new books still carry errand of my school days.

                       Few special dishes are favourite to my daughters.
                                   holding typical nice flavours.
                             I have given up to prepare those items
                     since they are pursuing their own lives far away
                               leaving their childhood on my lap.
                                    When they come to visit me,
                       I relish that charming flavour preparing 
                                   those dishes for them.

                          My sense of smell is too strong 
                                 either to enjoy nice fragrance
                                    or to get irritated with bad odour
                            even in slightest proportion.
                        I have realised and noticed :
                   Memories either morose or merry,
                   regarding romance or emotion
                      or any sensational issue,
                 are tangled with some sort of aroma
                  roaming through my olfactory nerves.
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