There is a scent that is so familiar that no matter where I am I feel like I’m home. The aromas of the spices mixing together in the air feels like your walking though a foreign spice market. Your nose tickles and you breath in to almost taste the food. The smell of my family’s chicken curry. The anticipation of eating my most favorite Indian dish is the same every time, as if I was a small child waiting for dinner time. It means home, it means family, it is nostalgia at its finest.
October 16, 2020