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Motia, and Chameli

The Transporter

Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.

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Motia flowers are known as Jasmine. In my home country there are two types of them. One is grown as a shrub. The flowers are white, and very fragrant. The other variety is a climbing plant. It’s flowers are in two colors — white, and yellow. The yellow ones are without smell. The white ones are fragrant. These flowers are known as Chameli.

As children we used to gather flowers of Motia, or Chameli. We would thread them to make bracelets of flowers for our wrists. In summer evenings you will find street vendors making their living by selling bracelets, and necklaces made with Motia flowers.

The smell of Motia takes me back to my uncle’s home in Lahore. A half circular hedge of Motia extended from one gate to the other one. Older homes always had two gates — an in one, and an out one. Uncle’s whole home used to be filled with the scent of Motia.

The flowers are in abundance in summer, and their heavenly smell will always entice me.

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Photos credit Google. The photo in the beginning shows Motia. The photo at the end shows Chameli.

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Favorite Smells

Daily Prompts: Nosey Delights
From the yeasty warmth of freshly baked bread to the clean, summery haze of lavender flowers, we all have favorite smells we find particularly comforting. What’s yours?

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Oops! It depends upon my nose. You see sometimes my nose works, and at times it stop working all together. My nose works according to its own whims.

I love the smell of toast, fresh coffee, and the aroma of rice when it is cooking. The smell wafts through the house making me want them. The lovely smell of mint leaves in the kitchen is another smell I prefer.

When bread or pizza is in the oven getting baked, the yeasty smell is heavenly. I adore the smell of baking cakes, muffins, and cookies. To me it seems very welcoming.

I cherish the fragrance of flowers like Daffodils, Sweet Pea, Jasmine, Motia, and Night-Queen. They are the smells of my childhood. The tiny buds of Night-Queen opens at night time only, and they emit a heavenly fragrance. I would love to have a perfume spray of it.

One perfume spray which is still a favorite (with me) after many years, has been dubbed by my two granddaughters (M2 and M3), as “Smell of Nano”. The thing is, I have been using it for such a long period, my nose can’t smell it. I can only smell it, if I discontinue it for some time.

One of my late husband R’s favorite was an after shave he used. I loved its smell too. He was very frugal in buying things for himself. The only things on which he didn’t mind spending money were his liked after shaves and fragrances. I gave away his closet full of them away.

I have kept a used one of his on my dressing table. He told me once laughingly, that he uses it to entice me (cause I liked it). I sometimes open the stopper to bring back R’s smell to my mind.

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Favorite Smells

Bringing Back Memories

Daily Prompt: Climate Control
The idea that the weather and people’s moods are connected is quite old. Do you agree? If yes how does the weather affects your mood?

Weather does affect a person’s mood. A near relative of mine, who lived in Seattle for a year found it depressing. Why? Because of the cloudy sky and constant rain. She is very fond of sunny days. If the sun is out there and shinning, she feels sunny and bright.

For myself, I don’t like dust storms. Dust seems to find its way through closed doors and windows. It always puts me into a black mood. You clean every minuscule of dust to find it back again on every thing. I don’t like the back tiring cleaning of my home.

Different weather reminds me of various phases of my life. It brings back memories.

Early morning, when the sun is slowly climbing the horizon, and if there is smell of a wood fire, it reminds me of my mother-in-law. In her days gas had not reached my husband’s village.

My in-laws grew trees for wood fire on their property. So early morning my mother-in-law along with two maids, would be making tea and parathas. It was for the hired hands, who helped with farming. The smell of wood fire was great.

Personally I feel that food cooked on wood fire is always delicious. It tastes marvelous.

Thunder storms and rain brings back memories of Sylhet, Bangla Desh where my son was born. We (my husband and I) occupied and shared the house with another family. We lived on the upper floor.

We were surrounded by the towering trees. I simply loved it. The only drawback was the clap of thunder and lightning. My newborn son would shake and jump a mile in his cot, with every deafening clap of thunder.

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When the weather is cold, and there is a wind blowing, I get back to another period of my life. My husband loved the brightness of bougainvilleas’ flowers. They were a great many of them. Some he had coaxed, to climb up to the terrace of our home. They looked spectacular.

They shed their flowers every day. I was fed up with them. They littered the terrace. Another downside was the neighboring cats climbing up to the terrace on them. The cats left their poos amongst my rooftop garden of plants. That used to be very tiring.

I persuaded my dear husband with great difficulty to remove the bougainvilleas. He was not happy about it. There was a flowering Jasmine alongside of the Bougainvilleas, which climbed the wall to the terrace. I just forgot to tell my husband not to cut it. It’s white flowers smell was heavenly. I mourned it’s loss.

Good riddance to the bougainvilleas. They created more work for me.

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The Smell of Earth

There are smells which, when pervade your senses, evoke and bring back memories of those far away moments which will never come back and are gone forever. The sense of smell varies from person to person. Those that one person likes probably won’t smell so heavenly to others.
My first loved smell is when the first drops of rain hits the earth and a sort of earthy muddy smell comes out. Lovely isn’t it? I love to take deep breaths at that moment. The smell of freshly cut grass is another one of my favorites. Another heavenly smell is that of Raat ki Rani (Cestrum Nocturnum). Small buds open up at night and the smell is exquisite and simply out of this world. It spreads far and wide. I wish someone can make it into a scent. I would love to have it for always.
The smell of Motia (Jasmine Sambac), a white flower found here, gets to my heart. Whenever I smell it, I go back to my childhood days. Once where we lived, the whole garden was filled with it. The bushes were planted thickly and they formed a low hedge. It smelled incredible when the flowers bloomed.
I love the smell of Jasmine. This was the name given to me by my mother but sadly my father didn’t agree. It’s a climbing plant. Our house in the village has pergolas covered with lush green leaves from which peep small white flowers smelling like heaven.
And the last ones which I love are the smells of burnt toast in the house, coffee, and baking. Ah ah & oh oh!