Journey To The World Of Aroma

One of my earliest memories of childhood is accompanying my mother to the flower market, every Sunday morning. As the eastern horizon would turn red, my mother and I would move ahead to the market. Though my eyes still heavy with sleep we would walk along the silent path placing my hand in hers. With great care and love, she used to catch my hand and would take me to the flower market.

As we would go near the market, those fresh scents would spread around me which instinctively brought radiant energy in me. The world around was full of bright colors. A variety of flowers we would come across over there and would wander around the whole market to find the best and colorful flowers with a pleasant smell. It was a wonderful scene to be seen in the morning hours, My eyes would cherish the beautiful scenery which is yet retained in the depth of my eyeball. Walking along the streets of the flower market, my mother would choose each flower with great care and attention. Memorable were those moments which were filled with aroma and unforgettable were those moments when my mother would fight for a discount. Coming out with bags full of flowers we would then move to the temple nearby the market, where we were escorted by the chirping of birds and the cool breeze gently moving through the surrounding trees around the temple. The sweet aroma of the flowers takes me to the world of god and I feel so comfortable and soothed in the presence of god's place. Presenting these beautiful aromatic flowers to God we would brighten one day we would move forward towards our house. While the way ahead to my sweet home I would try to pluck the colorful flowers I found around and my mom used to help me to do that. And collecting those flowers I would present them to my cute little sister, where she used to take them, kiss me and would enjoy the sweet scent of those flowers. It was and will always be a wonderful memory that always remains in my mind.

Sunday approaches I first think in the beginning to join my mother have started enjoying my walks and started giving immense pleasure. My Sunday morning walks are always pleasant and emerging which I cannot forget. Sunday was my favorite day of the week for the same reason. This is the reason why the beginning of Sunday makes me nostalgic about the flower market.