The Sweet Smell of My Childhood

Its been a childhood trait in me to associate everythin new by their smell. The fragrant white li’l erasers wit a cartoon on them that I’d buy 4 school from the shop in my busstop, the fruity smell of the green lipstick that wud turn red when applied ( I called it MAGIC LIPSTICK then), The smell of freshly sharpened pencils in my pencil box. The circular sharpener wit a mirror on the other side, that v’d keep flashin on the walls of the class when teacher turned towards the black board, n other things which i’ll update when i remember. After all these years I’ve suddenly got da urge to smell these things again. I’ve got my magic lipstick and circular sharpener wit mirror. Now da hunt is on for the soft white fragrant lil erasers that id rub off & shrink at school, so that i cud buy a fresh 1 from my stop da nex day