Day 8: Scent
I inhale deeply
the floral, musky-spiciness
of freshly brewed tea
and fond memories
of the valleys of Darjeeling
come flooding back!
Sitting alone at the local cafe
surrounded by wafting aroma
of roasted coffee beans
I am transported to Lisboa
where I had my first espresso shot
to become a convert forever!
Incense and camphor burning,
fresh scent of marigold and shiuli flowers,
spicy, sweet, tangy smells
emnating from the kitchen,
smokiness of firecrackers in the air
our home is redolent with the festive fragrance !
I open the cupboard
and out falls your shirt in my arms
I catch a whiff of your favourite perfume
sheer sensory delight!
I clutch it close
inhaling your presence
hoping Diwali would be brighter this time.
(Written for OctPoWriMo)
