I miss how the jasmine plant back home With its scented flowers never failed to announce the arrival of dusk before the shadows crept in.
I miss how my closet back home with its stacked clothes and mild floral scent of her favorite detergent whispered "mom's here" when opened.
All these new scents, different people and their accents, even the sky doesn't look the same here. I wrap myself with the pashmina from home, yearning for a whiff of familiarity!
May your life never run out of coffee, laughter and all things warm, witty & wise. You, yes you, with that stubborn heart and eyes that sparkle! You deserve a chance at happiness. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
It's mom and her bribe to get me open my eyes. Quite cruel of her to do so on a sunday morning. Ah..an aroma so divine, It could only be coffee! I raise my morning cup of sunshine and my sweet anger melts when the liquid warmth caresses by lips. But of course, I go back to glare at her once I'm done with my coffee kiss.
From the first sneeze during early winters till the heaviest yawn of summer nights, You write everything. Every detail. Your pen beholds the deepest and finest spells. It spills every bean that I tried hard to swallow. Every notion, dying in futility finds hope in your pen.
You are a saviour of all the little things unsaid. Adore you more than anyone else.
At the mall today a random stranger left behind a familiar sillage of your brand of cologne. I let the woody fragrance engulf me Stopping in my tracks.
I'll move away from it As quick as my now woodened legs loosen, I will run away. From the memories and the man that scent is waking up in me.
But even as I prepare my flight my inner self fights. Begging me to take just... Just one another deep breathe!