 |
| Photo Courtesy: Santosh Chandran who blogs at http://www.lightscapes.in/ |
A blogger-friend tweeted about Parijat/Harshringar
this past week:“Waking
up to the smell of lovely harshringar, what more can one wish from a Diwali
morning.” Incidentally, Parijat grows just outside my
room in Chennai. Inspired by the tweet, I smelt the flowers anew. And it occurred
to me flowers and their fragrances are so much like the people in our lives.
Like when I close my eyes now, I can smell
the overwhelming fragrance of Honeysuckle flowers that I had found growing near
a posh neighbourhood by the Acequias in North valley in Albuquerque. I can remember
my delight in finding them; I can still sense the joy in my heart. An
experience that is not merely part of my fond memories but that seeps and
moulds my day right now.
Likewise, there are people in our lives
like the Parijat and Honeysuckle who appear one intoxicating morning or
afternoon, spread all over our senses, create memories and then another day,
another morning—seep right back in and mould and delight us anew.
This post is in gratitude to the fragrance
of Parijats in my life.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Thank you for taking the time to read through this post. Would love to hear back from you:):)