Sunday, August 24, 2008
The smell of her skin..
As I made my way back home today, I was suddenly guided by a fresh, crystalline fragrance. It was a captivating interpretation of lush floral blooms, floating on clear, sparkling water.
They say, a fragrance can call up memories, and this one certainly did that to me. Though I couldn’t register the wearer, her distinctive aroma , made me recall somebody. My Ma. It was her signature smell.
The aroma was as intimate as the redolence of wet soil after rain, and on the spur of that moment, I just couldn’t breath.Like a reflex, my eyes searched for my mother. Nevertheless, consciousness had to dawn in soon and it did, when I realized that my Ma was sitting pretty, somewhere at the far end of the globe.
Ever since I was a child, I had been enchanted by my Ma’s lingering essence. An expression of femininity, which was neither too heady, nor too frail. When she hugged me, breathing in that special, subtle yet alluring smell, I would paint a picture of abundance in my mind and find my small world reassuringly secure.
The tranquil yet delightful nature of the smell was so invigorating that I never found one that matched it. Probably, for the simple reason, that I could relate the fragrance to Ma. Someone, who was unique and accounted for an ecstatic admiration on my behalf. And that’s the reason, that although it’s been a year since I last saw her, the moment I sniffed the familiar scent, I could still recognize that it complemented her.
And not just today, I would recognize it anytime, anywhere and never be beguiled, for I’m sure, hers is an everlasting fragrance etched deep within me.