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Scent of Memories

An artist,a poet at heart & a teacher by profession, pursuing masters in psychology now. Passionate about reading & writing the expressions.


Smell of Memories

While moving down the memory lane

I’ve seen myself growing up

Growing from a naïve child to a mature woman,

A little bud of a rose blooming

And leaving a peculiar fragrance

To enchant the ones with its brilliance.

The smell of the raw mango with salt

And a pinch of pepper

Reminds me of those days

When I used to climb the trees

To pluck the little green fruits

And enter home like the elves.

I used to get maddened as a child

By the smell of the ripe guavas

But I was not allowed to have it

Being allergic to many things then.

I waited for the others to sleep

And relished a bite in the dark night.

The smell of the tulsi leaves

Dissolved in the sacred water

Given to us by our grandfather

Reminds me of those days

When I used to have firm faith

That God listens to our prayers.

On every eve of Makarsankranti

Mother used to make many sweets

The fragrance of that molten jaggery

And the laddoos made up of the secrets

Used to make us impatient for them

Which was forbidden to be eaten then.

The festival of lights is followed by Chhath

In which the Sun god is worshipped,

I’ve lost those precious days of winter

When we waited for that jaggery kheer

Cooked on an earthen bowl by grandmother

Which smelled like something heavenly.

The smell of the night jasmine flower

Which forced us to stay closer

With its irresistible fragrance,

And as we touched its bark layers

We were stung by the thorny caterpillars

The pain of that itch taught us many lessons.

Oh! That smell of the soil

After the water was sprinkled

To get the muddy ground cold,

Makes me nostalgic for those days

When I was carefree like a breeze

Who wandered wherever she fancied.


Anupam Mitu (author) from MUMBAI on June 28, 2021:

Thanks dear Brenda.

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on April 27, 2021:

We grow up but can be instantly transported back in memory when we smell a familiar aroma. Cherish those memories! They are precious!

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on April 27, 2021:

Memories spurred by our senses sometimes are the best.

Like remembering grandma's cooking or the strawberry fields in their backyard.

Thanks for writing & sharing your memories.

Miebakagh Fiberesima from Port Harcourt, Rivers State, NIGERIA. on April 27, 2021:

Childhood is very fascinating. Thanks for sharing.

Ann Carr from SW England on April 27, 2021:

Amazing how the senses bring back keen and vivid memories, isn't it? A smell, a note of music, a feel of texture, and we are whisked back to another time, with people we miss now. You convey the feeling of it all so well and you concoct some wonderful aromas from your past.



Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on April 27, 2021:

Very nice! Wonderful memories to hold onto.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on April 27, 2021:

What wonderful memories you have shared, through the delightful sense of smell. Lovely poetry, Anupam.

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on April 27, 2021:

I can relate to the power of those nostalgic smells. Bring them on! You did that very well. Thanks.

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