When you are far away from home and haven’t been home in a long time, there comes a point when suddenly just some things and smells remind you of home. Perhaps your subconscious is subtly nudging you and reminding you that it is time to go back for a spell. Usually the things that remind me of home are food related! No surprise there! J Just an imagined whiff of something while walking down the street and instantly my mind starts craving home. This is my small list which reminds me of home:
1) Smell of slightly burnt bread crumbs on the pan while making veggie cutlets: reminds me of my mom cooking cutlets at home.
2) Aroma of freshly squeezed orange juice: hot summer evenings in India being pampered by mom during the exam season with freshly squeezed orange juice.
3) Aroma of hot scorching earth when it receives the first drops of rain: Nothing can beat the June heat in Mumbai like a soaker coming down from heavens which will drench and flood everything and then some.
4) While traveling on a bus with foggy windows on a rainy summer evening, the slick roads and tree lined street teleport me to my home streets on such a similar rainy evening many years ago.
5) Re-watching a movie seen all those years ago with group of rowdy undergrad friends! Oh the joys of zero responsibility days and numerous friends!
6) Fragrance of Ponds moisturizing cream in the CVS aisle. I swear just a whiff of it, and it transports me back to childhood days of using it.
7) Waking up from a dream about home and thinking for a second you are in your childhood bed and waiting for your mother to yell at you for being late for school!
As you might have noticed the olfactory senses are so amazing. Without realizing it, we remember so many smells and associate them with different things in life. Though sometimes going home is a bit disappointing, because all travelers hope that their home hasn’t changed in their absence. And with every visit, there is a bit of you which gets disappointed and disillusioned because the home isn’t what it felt like in your mind. Sometimes the anticipation of home-just the way you had left it-is better than actually going back and breaking your illusions.