A home full of emotions and various moments which pervade the home with their distinct flavors.Such is my home full of feelings and all of them have different smells. I can say that my home is a potpouri of different smells.
The morning starts with the smell of jasmine joss sticks as my mother does her worship.
The sound of the conch and the tinkle of the temple bell is soft and comforting.I open my eyes in a state of calm bliss.
As I look out of the window I am fascinated by the smell of freshly cut grass in the garden.
I move towards the kitchen the heavenly flavours of tomatoes,onions and herbs being tossed into the pan floor me and I know that my
favourite upma is being cooked.The smell always comes first and then the taste that makes me go crazy.
I open my cupboard to be enveloped in the scent of my vanilla perfume.
All dressed up I move towards my mother and as she takes me in her arms the all pervading smell is that of her love.a smell that is the mother of all smells