freshly opened crayon box.
The fragrance of new pages and books.
Quarrels with sister for sharper and pencils,
braiding long hair with colourful ribbons.
The smell of first rain, raincoats
and the joy of jumping in puddles in gumboots.
The excitement of festivals
and the pain of holiday home works.
My childhood smells like my grandma's food,
and all the pamper uncles and aunts would.
Still lingers the memories of endless carrom games,unending antaksharis and playing flames.
Yes, my childhood smells fresh and peaceful,
where affection was priceless 
and friends were precious.

- Ash