The Olfactory sensors

I really feel strange how different types of smell(we used to call it this way whether it was a good scent or a bad smell :)) gets associated with different types of memories.
The very simple biscuit by Parle or Brittania takes me back to school days where we used to wait ever so eagerly for the 2 biscuits that we received during our recess. The smell still so fresh but the days so long gone. Mary was the old lady who used to bring those bisucits to all the classes - hope she is still around. We never thanked her during those days but today when i remember her i thank her silently.

When the season moves from winter to summer in between comes the days when you see all the leaves on the ground and the trees standing tall and barren. The smell of these times triggers the fear of exams. Still i get those fluttering butterflies in my stomach. Still it brings back memories of how unfinished my lessons were and we used to rote the lessons in the very last moment - stranger still is, i remember those roted lessons to this day.

Even today when i buy a new book i turn the pages and first smell it - it takes me back to times when we joined a new class and brandished our new books from our overloaded bags.If you have a book from that era try going through the pages and smelling it once - you will go back to the same room, same bench of the same class.

When i go for a stroll in the wintry night today the scent of fresh dew on the grass transports me to the lanes of our colony where we grew up as a child.That childhood and that colony seems to be so out of this present world. I really wonder was that in this life or another....

The incense sticks have their own story to tell - it used to be the smell that you woke up to in the mornings - mother - the greatest of all the Gods - would have already started her puja for well being of her kids. This used to be the start of her day of unending chores - i wonder how we got everything ready at the right time - be it tiffin box for school, be it the well washed and well ironed school dress, be it the snacks in the evening. I really wonder how could she do everything sigle-handedly whole day for so many years unerringly and untiringly.

I really thank our Maker for weaving such an intricate connection between the smell and the memories - especially because both entities are intangible but still they evoke so powerfull emotions in the human mind.