Once Upon A Time

1-rose petal

The olfactory receptors often induce a surge of memories. The smell of old books conjures up a recollection of childhood memories, of fairytales and granny, who used to read me those stories at bedtime. The fresh fragrance of frangipani flowers reminds me of long summer afternoons spent at my maternal grandma’s house. Isn’t it pretty interesting that such smells, most of the time, register memories entwined with our childhood? At least, I’ve experienced it in that way.

I’ve minimal furniture at my home. I don’t like clutter; it makes me feel like a claustrophobic. So, I often have to shuffle things to make space. As I was sorting the books, which definitely are prioritized over other things, suddenly a light-blue envelope slipped from one of the tomes. As I opened it, few petals of a dried rose, as thin as paper, appeared. A few moments; the sudden rush of memories almost dazzled my thought process for some time. It was like facing a few thousand-watt flood light just after emerging from a dark cave!

I could almost see that tall, not-so-fair boy with big, clever eyes and aquiline nose. He didn’t say anything, handed me the envelope on a rainy evening. I didn’t return the favour. Never exchanged a word after that evening. Still, I retained the envelope quite painstakingly. Why? I asked myself. Deep down, a voice whispered, you know! Or maybe, you never know!

13 responses to “Once Upon A Time

  1. The thing about the unsaid and the unexpressed is that it continues to haunt your memories. I love the mystery that surrounds the what ifs, could haves, and the should haves of life. These scenarios always play in my head and sometimes act as a good escape from the mundane 🙂

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  2. Those dried rose petals, might be unspoken feeling , or a feeling waiting to be felt, you will know or may be never know,.Sooo beautiful , the words, the emotions, the scene was almost in front of my eyes.


  3. Sometimes we will never know and we can only wonder and ponder. Some people will leave strong impressions on us that we will never forget…and we might also be left wondering who they really are. Hope you are well, Mani. Very well written 🙂

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  4. Nice Mani 🙂 I am reminded of a particular game of golf I played with a great friend, every time I smell Dandelions which have been just mowed over. My friend passed away about 20 years ago and still that memory is triggered. Thanks for sharing and reminding me of him (Harvey). 🙂

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  5. Wonderfully penned, and something we can all reate to even if it hasn’t happened as you describe. I hope you weren’t hot too hard by the recent bad weather.

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