The smell..The taste.. The warm fuzzy feeling.

(A sneak peak into my blog about my mom)

Was talking to my SIL last night, and she was telling me how when she misses her mom, (she is in the US), she makes 'ghadichi poli'.

She is married in a Deshastha family, and so her MIL makes phulkas. A few months back, I was at my mama's place. Since my mami loves 'kardai' bhaji, we took it for her from here. She is a busy doctor and was not able to make it right away. My grandmother, gently asked me to tell her that it was getting spoilt. So if she was too busy, she would ask one of the maids to make it. My mami said, "No, I want to make it just the way my grandmother and mother make it"

It is that familiar taste, that familiar smell that reminds you of your loved one. For me, it will always be "Paris" by YSL. It is a perfume that my mom wore for a very long time. She had it since 1992.

I remember opening her cupboard where all her designer perfumes were stashed away, just for the smell. It was a cocktail of many perfumes, from Charlie (which she had from before my birth), Paris, Obsession, Joop!, J'adore, Daviddoff, Chanel number 5 and many more. It was a her weak point and my dad bought her many on her trips abroad.

Her friend had once told her, "Why don't you use these everyday since you have so many..they are going to last you a lifetime". Ironical isn't it, since her lifetime was not long enough to empty those bottles.

So now, I have some of those bottles sitting in my cupboard, to smell and to wear when I miss her the most. And yes when I go to my dad's place, I insist on 'phulkas' and 'wangyachi rassa bhaji' just like the way mom used to make it..