Khushboo sabse pehle pahunchti hai
Yaadon ka darwaza aksar aankhon se nahi khulta.
Kisi ke ghar ke bahar se guzarte hue phulka sikne ki khushboo aa jaati hai — aur ek pal ke liye aap kisi aur kitchen mein khade hain, kisi aur umr mein.
Naphthalene ki goliyan almirah mein. Barsaat ke baad ki mitti. Ek purana talc. Sarson ka tel garam hote hue.
In cheezon ko koi sambhal kar nahi rakhta. Inka koi album nahi banta, koi inhein frame nahi karta.
Phir bhi yahi sabse seedha raasta hai. Tasveer dekhne mein thoda waqt lagta hai. Khushboo bina poochhe andar aa jaati hai, aur aapko wahin le jaati hai — us kamre mein, us insaan ke paas.
Aapko kis ek khushboo se, kaun turant yaad aa jaata hai?