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Friday, May 11, 2012

Alice in Noseland

The smell of Chole fills up our home as mom deftly shows how its done. My mouth starts watering, not only because it smells incredible, but because, after more than two years, I can employ more than one of my sensory organs in the kitchen.

For two years, The Nose has just been a cosmetic organ. Frankly, it never seemed like a big loss. Of course, if you count out using spoiled peas (done it once), burning dishes (until the maid gently pointed it out) and the constant (and I do mean constant) sniffling. 

After a couple of operations, however, I realised that the then absence of smell is more prominent because of its presence now. I am wistful when I smell mint, perfumes, detergents, fresh rotis, and even a baby's pee-&-poo. A major part of me wishes I could go back to the odourless world (all my senses are on an overdrive now, and I get paranoid if I get a wiff of anything - "What was that??""), but a small (negligible) part of me finds it all very fascinating.

Anyway, there was a point to this post - A lesson learned if you will. It's the smaller things that matter. For example, there was (is) one thing I was most curious about - The smell of my son. He seems to have had a unique smell which everyone was fascinated with and I could only smile in response. I would gladly give away the rest of the smells just to know what that was like.


Anupama Srinivasan said...

:-( Just missed it huh?
The things the mother wants. Sweet!

Kunal Chandra said...

I thought someone said once best things come in' smell' packets or was it small. :).

Anonymous said...

Lovely piece...very very lovely