All the Colors

An enlarged framed photograph (of me) hung on the back wall of our king size bed in our old bedroom, when my husband was alive. I look out of it holding in my hands white flowers of Motia. It was taken by our son, who was camera phobic in those days. 

It was Eid day. I was expecting more guests in the evening. I had come out to gather the white flowers to make the rooms smell nice, when my son snapped a photo. It was a lovely shot — catching the brilliant green of the grass, and trees, the violet pink shade of my dress, the orange, and yellow streaks of the setting sun in the blue sky; the riot of colors of the sweet peas behind my back, and the red geraniums which bloomed in the flower pots.

The photo lies in the attic now, as are the other photos; except for a framed photo of my husband in uniform which is in the hallway. The colors have gone away.

  

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Roy G. Biv

Write about anything you’d like, but make sure that all seven colors of the rainbow — red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet — make an appearance in the post, either through word or image.

Motia, and Chameli

The Transporter

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

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.

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

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Only There Are Memories

The smell is heavenly
A lovely smell
Heart breaking and evocative
Memories well

I try to catch it
Taking deep breaths
Elusive and enticing
Is the smell

Transports me to a world
Which exists no more
The world of my childhood
I can’t enter no more

Alas! I can’t have
I want it with fervor
The gates are closed
Gone forever

Photos credit: Internet
Daily Prompt Smell you later

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!