A new academic year starts. New uniform… may be, new rainy shoes…may be but new books…yes those were for sure. Note books and some textbooks if not all. Just imagine opening a new book in its center somewhere and taking a deep breath to smell it…warm and crisp and oddly sweet and dusty…the fresh scent of paper, ink, and glue.
I think form these formative years we developed the liking for smell of new books.These smells now act as time machines. Once in a while you smell a book that’s exactly like an elementary school textbook, and for a moment you can see your old classrooms, and you remember how exciting a new textbook was and how its uncracked spine and glossy pages promised so much. I just smelled one new book for writing this post…trust me its highly nostalgic and gives immense pleasure.
Chhoti Si Baat!!!