Originally posted by: chotidesi
Thank you for your sweet comment- I'm delighted that you enjoyed it!
Of course I would enjoy it! I have loved all your PaRud stories so far but just haven't had the time to let my appreciation be known. It takes me a while before I can come up with a true reflection of what goes through my head when I read wonderful works like yours and others on this forum.
Case and point this story. Instant response above and 24 hours later response below... 😆
The scent of something is not only an identified of an object but also the trigger of reaction and memories past. Just as the smell of roses is unique to the flower so is the scent of loved ones. Every time I smell lavendar, I think of my mum because it is her favourite scent. The scent of gunpowder should trigger memories of the border ambush for Paro but she instead associates it with Rudra. And because of it is a comforting and welcome feeling. A feeling of loving and being loved.
That shirt is not just a shirt but something so integrally linked with her husband because it is his, it smells like him and to touch it is to touch him. Her eyes may not see him or her ears hear him but her other sense of smell and touch are engaged in him with his shirt as a medium.
Paro's sadness that his shirt no longer smells of just him is surpassed by her euphoria that it now smells of them. Their scents mixing and merging together. Until one day she will no longer smell his fragrance alone but their own unique scent. A reflection of the mixing and merging of that has taken place between them as well.
One more scent that has entered the equation of gunpowder and roses is that of baby powder. Ah the scent of baby powder! Of innocence, love, purity, joy and protectiveness. Their little son who is her and him and them. 😳
Edited by Payali09 - 11 years ago
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