Wednesday, February 23, 2011


I have always loved homes with nice smells. As a child I grew up in a very friendly neighborhood and was always up and about, playing with my friends in their homes. I always used to remember their home by its smell. One would smell of masalas, one would smell of incense, one would smell of medicine, one would smell...well the sugary sorts. But ofcourse, I loved the way my home smelt. It smelt of my dad's aftershave. And that used to offer me a lot of comfort and security.

As I grew up a little, I started loving the smell of books. I would be constantly found in the library entrance, impatiently waiting for the apartment library to be opened. Once that phase passed and I entered college, I would get lost in the smells of either perfumes or soaps or even the smell of a computer lab. Our lab always smelt of burnt wires. Don't ask me why!

When I was a girl, I always wanted my home to be fragrant with scented candles or room fresheners.

Now that I am a woman, I only want my home to smell of love.


cyril said...

I do connect to do that so well, when young used to love the houses with the incense smell! And even today love to smell the smell of new books... very good write up...Gurl you are just nailing it!

Vasumathi Sridharan said...

Hey Cyril,
Thanks :-)

Gowri said...

Oh! yeah, When you say perfume, i remember 3 girls... 1 was padmavati I suppose, she smelt like oranges or mango all the time. Parvati smelt like some high end burning perfume... my nose used to burn when air whiffed around her. The other girl is neelima... she smelt like hyd attar shop sometimes... good old memories..:)... miss those times

Goda Ramkumar said...

I can totally connect. Sometimes smell brings back so many memories. It can change moods and make u smile and cry. Now I like the baby lotion smell a lot :-)