As i rested my head on the pillow, i smelt the detergent that i had used to wash the pillow cover. I was reminded of the scent of M's clothes, those that arrive with her when she comes from the US. That and the pungent scent of coconut oil that i had massaged into my scalp that night contrasted with each other. I was also reminded of freshly laundered lab coats which were whiter and smelt nicer.
The other day, I had ground cardamom seeds to flavour my kesari bhaath the other
day and had left it in my room for some time. When i entered my room, i
was delighted to be enveloped by the aroma of green cardamom. As i type, a few strands of hair moves to somewhere close to my nostrils and i catch a whiff of the fragrance left behind by my shampoo.
It's raining outside now, and i can smell the freshness that rains usually bring along with them.
P. S. I must have written about the rain and my hair about ten or more times here. I think i'll just stop writing about them, it's boring to have to read about a particular thing multiple times.