A
few days back I received a mail from Indiblogger informing about the Ambi Pur ‘Smelly
To Smiley!’ contest to write about the nostalgic memories that I associate with
different smells or fragrances in my home. The contest looked interesting
because there are various things or times that you can associate ‘nostalgia’
with, but ‘nostalgia’ and ‘smells’ ?? Haven’t heard of it often, right? Dug deep down the
memory lane to find a few nostalgic beautifully smelling memories..
Today,
every Sunday is a treasured day coz of the most obvious reason of being away from
the routine rut. But
back then, as a kiddo, Sunday used to be a fun filled day with wonderful things
to be done. Things that I looked forward to doing back then and which bring
smiles even today. Here’s a smiling ‘smell’ nostalgia of my Sunday as a child.
Aah..
Sunday it is !!
My
favourite day of the week for sure
Freedom
of waking up late
And
having a whole day to play with mates…!!!
The
Sunday morning breakfast
That
smell of yummy aalloo parathas,
Dipped
in butter
Feasted
on with lots of laughter and chatter…!!!
The
Sunday bathing
That
smell of shampoo; allowed only once a week
With
all gusto, mom washed my hair
Which
was one of the million ways that showed how minutest of me she cared…!!!
The
Sunday lunch
That
smell of delicious curry in the house
Filled
with scrumptious veggies and more
Eating
with mom’s hand and filling myself up to the core…!!!
The
Sunday outing
That
smell of Popcorn and Candy floss
Zoo and the Lake were the favourite places to be
And
entire evening, my eyes twinkled with glee…!!!
The
Sunday fun activity
That
smell of crayons
Filling
up the drawing book
Seeing
a proud smile on dad’s face when he had a look…!!!
The
Sunday dinner bells
That
smell of paneer and naan
Gorging
on ice-cream after that
Whilst
walking down hand-in-hand with mom and dad…!!!
The
Sunday Routine
That
smell of coconut oil
Hair carefully oiled and braided at night
To
be prepared enough for the upcoming week’s dust and pollution fight…!!!
The
Sunday night beauty
That
smell of story books
Sleeping
in mom’s lap after the stories
Drifting
into dreamland filled with daisies…!!!
This is such a wonderful poem. Sunday were fundays back then...
ReplyDeleteGood luck, Jyotsna.:)
Indeed they were fun. Thanks a lot Saru :)
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