Of Smells and Flashbacks

Today, on my way to office, with the city blazing by, a few, were busy tarring the road. The smell of tar, it took me back, back to a life time ago. When things were much simpler and life, life was definitely, kinder.

For me scents, odour, aromas, the various things that tease our olfactorys, are vehicles to take a ride to the different me, to the different world. The smell of moth balls, paints my Granpa's home infront of my eyes. The ancient thing appeared to be there since forever. So old, older than time, itself. The attic which looked so foreboding, with monsters threatening to snatch and make you one of their own. The perfect specimen on earth flashes before the eyes, when the hint of his smell lingers around you. Memories, locked, ignored, lost... beckon you.

Memories triggered by smell... Which you'll never forget. Ever.