Aroma Of Motherhood

The phase of life I am in, where every second ticks me closer to becoming an individual with my own beliefs, my own ideals and have freedom to execute them. I sit in my room everyday hearing the steely sounds of the kitchen. In a certain way that I cannot express, these sounds fill me with a sense of motherly presence, security and protection. I know my mother is around. For the 17 years of my life that I have lived through, the smell of Dal, Bhaat (Rice), Maach (Fish) and Mangsho(Meat) has defined my life. All these scents makes my heart say - "your mother is there for you". This aroma in many ways symbolizes our existence as innocent.

Untouched by the filth of this world.

Unmoved from the aim of being a good human being.

 Unaware of the cruelty and dirty tricks of selfish people.

Unfazed by the glitter of money and fame.

Somewhere along the line we lose ourselves, get moulded into being someone else by the society. It is for times like that, I would miss myself. I would miss my family and my youth. I would miss my innocence and the aroma of motherhood filling my soulless room.