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Scent

Scent is our most primitive sense. It is so fundamental to our lives from the ones that trigger childhood memories or the ones that help us capture those perfect moments in time. If sadness had a scent it would smell like an abandoned house no longer filled with laughter. If anger had a scent itContinue reading “Scent”

The Wall of Bengal

I have a tendency to become enamored with those who are difficult to understand, who are dreamers but share themselves sparingly and rarely with their whole hearts. I become infatuated with the enigmas of people and their mysteries. Peeling away layers and finding clues to solve their wounds. Maybe that’s why I was drawn toContinue reading “The Wall of Bengal”