The Smell Sense

Walking down the aisle at the hypermarket, I was suddenly thrown into my KG class – the St Paul's School in Coimbatore. I can hear the school assembly, I can hear 'Aunty Miss' shouting at the kids, I can see girls in navy pinafore strutting the verandah, and yeah I can smell 'Mallipoo' aka Jasmine!

The mind has a strange tendency to attach smell to certain occasions in my life.

Smell of 'One Man Show' reminds me of Bawa, 'Amritanjan' reminds me of mummy, smell of spices and tea in the evening time reminds me of Ramadan days in Kochi, gram flour reminds of sissy, medicinal spirit reminds me of Kumaran Hospital in Coimbatore, and vicks lozenge reminds of bro! Every smell comes with a story. May be it is because that is the occasion I first smelled the fragrance.

What irks me is the tag my smell sense has attached with JK – the smell of stale Jackfruit!