On my way back home, i happened to share a cab with this lady. My humble guess is she must have been, perhaps, a couple of years older than me.
It was almost sunset and days were already getting shorter in this part of the world. A few birds may or may not have been returning to their nests. Nevertheless, as i sat blissfully enchanted by the bustling traffic outside, a sudden wave of fragrance swept me off my feet!
Not that i never had had the chance to admire the scent of a woman before; just that this particular fragrance, which i do not have a name for, seemed insanely familiar. I had already lost track of whatever-not-so-exciting-world-domination-plan i was conjuring up and my brain had started wandering the convoluted memory lanes trying to remember that smell. The harder i thought, further away the answer went.
To add on to my misery, every now and then a fresh wave of the same fragrance would come sweeping down from somewhere with that re-circulated air. I hammered my head for almost an hour but to no avail. It killed me.
Even a dissolute me couldn't come up with a shrewd/brilliant idea to ask her about the fragrance. A flash of genius had told me that asking could be creepy.
Though i don't see myself sniffing around women, asking about the perfume they have been wearing, any time soon, i still wait to magically dream about having spent time with that fragrance before !
It was almost sunset and days were already getting shorter in this part of the world. A few birds may or may not have been returning to their nests. Nevertheless, as i sat blissfully enchanted by the bustling traffic outside, a sudden wave of fragrance swept me off my feet!
Not that i never had had the chance to admire the scent of a woman before; just that this particular fragrance, which i do not have a name for, seemed insanely familiar. I had already lost track of whatever-not-so-exciting-world-domination-plan i was conjuring up and my brain had started wandering the convoluted memory lanes trying to remember that smell. The harder i thought, further away the answer went.
To add on to my misery, every now and then a fresh wave of the same fragrance would come sweeping down from somewhere with that re-circulated air. I hammered my head for almost an hour but to no avail. It killed me.
Even a dissolute me couldn't come up with a shrewd/brilliant idea to ask her about the fragrance. A flash of genius had told me that asking could be creepy.
Though i don't see myself sniffing around women, asking about the perfume they have been wearing, any time soon, i still wait to magically dream about having spent time with that fragrance before !
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