Today i learned that the fine art of smelling a familiar scent (smell to some) the oh so familiar kind...Petrol can be quite a revelation of err personality type to some...
Heck i like the smell of Petrol ..."You mean you sniff..." That simple query set my mind racing even as the words escaped his lips "... Petrol Fumes" It sounded like an acusation, making me out to be weired in a weird sort of way.
All i could muster was a "huh..?!" in defence. I slunk back in the comforting memory of all the cherished scents...I've always liked...the Petrol, the biscuitty aroma that emanates from the dusty browned pages of my old books...my cherished collection....and ahhh the invigorating fresh fragrance of scorching Snow semmed walls doused with water in the delhi summer...ummm deep inhalations of pure exhileration!!!
No sir I do not sniff! but then again it is such a part of the long forgotten me...what's wrong with sniffing? Is it such a deliberate, forced, para normal behavioral pattern that seeks to slot people?
I have always loved certain smells, scents, odours, fragrances since as far back as I can remember and i'm not prepared to let go of them... not just yet.
sniff sniff
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