My bedroom smells like my hostel room used to during rainy seasons and with a nostalgic shudder I was able to shake off that feeling when I'd come back dead tired after classes in the evening and wearily collapse on the bed that always felt a little damp during monsoons.
I remember those moments and as much as I loved them at that particular frame of timeline in my life I do not like to reminisce about them, not a stitch.
Smells, with that uncanny ability to transport you in time if only in your mind and break open floodgates of memories broken, forgotten, repressed, blacked out..regrets some of them or most of them.
Life is a fickle idiot.
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