My pen falls down from my hands. I stop writing.
The breeze along with it, brings a peculiar smell, that I am getting used to these days.
I inhale. I sniff. I breathe.
I just cannot believe it.
I just could'nt believe my nose. ;)
My heart starts racing.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, and continue inhalong until my lungs are filledwith the smell. I take a deep long breath, until your smells fills my head and drives me crazy. It was the typical smell that you have, anyday anywhere, anyhow.
I breath again. I forget all about the work that I am supposed to do. Its just the smell that am with and the sense of you being near by.
But it could'nt be.
Or is it that your love has driven me crazy that now I have even started imagining you in real. No ways it could'nt be so.
How could that be !!
But the smell, it refuses to go away.
I now get up from my chair and tip toe towards the door and my heart begin to race faster and faster.
I open the door.
The smell now hits me harder.
I am sure by now that my olfactory has gone haywire.
I track the smell to my parents’ room.
My parents’ room?
I reach for the door.
I open it.
My heart stops beating
“Hey, you up already?” Dad asks, looking at me.
“What’s that smell?” I ask.
“You like it? One of my friends gifted it to me,” Dad says, throwing a bottle of cologne at me.
I catch it.
I open the lid.
I smell it.
I close my eyes.
I smile...
