I always though I was a visual person. That sights would remind me of places, of people.
Turns out, I was wrong. That day, when I caught a whiff of a certain face wash, I felt like I was back in my hostel in Bangalore.
Because I used it then.
So I closed my eyes and suddenly, it was not hot, humid and windy Mumbai that I was standing in. I was back in the wet, cold, wheezy Bangalore. Almost physically. I almost expected to open my eyes to my old bunk bed.
How little we understand our own senses and their connected snares.
Turns out, I was wrong. That day, when I caught a whiff of a certain face wash, I felt like I was back in my hostel in Bangalore.
Because I used it then.
So I closed my eyes and suddenly, it was not hot, humid and windy Mumbai that I was standing in. I was back in the wet, cold, wheezy Bangalore. Almost physically. I almost expected to open my eyes to my old bunk bed.
How little we understand our own senses and their connected snares.
