The smell of strawberries or any kind of cherries, remind of this girl I used to know. She smelled of cherries, strawberries and all kinds of sweet smelling scents. Strawberry icecream reminds me of her as well.
The smell of kebabs being cooked reminds me of Bangalore and the times I spent with a friend on Brigade Road. During the year, 1995-96, that I lived in Bangalore, every Saturday this friend & I would go to the city and our evening would basically start by eating hot plates of kebabs at this open air shack on Brigade. It was tasty as hell and the onions and lime squeezed onto the meat just made it even more great. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
The smell of coffee beans, not the instant one, reminds me of my dad’s business (whole sale agency for a brand of tea & coffee in Kottayam) and the year I spent trying to help him. I was 21-22 and alternate days I would travel with him to Kottayam at 6:15 am and when we reached the office area, the smell of these coffee beans would hit you with a vengeance. It would also make a hungry person even more hungrier.
There is a smell of washed cloth, using a certain kind of detergent, that reminds me of my grandmother. She used to have all her clothes washed in it and the fresh ones post washing would be sitting on her bed in her room. When I pass by I would get this smell. I rarely ever get that same smell elsewhere, especially once she passed away, but when I do it reminds me of my “ammumma”.
The smell of cigarettes reminds me of cancer & puke. And that makes me wanna puke!
Fish biriyani, jack fruit, bread & milk – all these smells remind me of my dog Shawny cause that’s what she loved to eat. Raw fish reminds me of my cats, Chocolate & Lollipop, that I had during my early teens.
