Scent of a stranger.

 I was on my usual wandering walks around the city admiring the architecture, while the evening light falls upon the pavement making the scene very beautiful and calming. I decided to sit there and just absorb all the environmental influences that were thrown at me by nature. At that moment I saw this beautiful girl walking towards me through the sunset light, the feelings combined with the visuals were surreal. I had these thoughts going on in my mind as she came closer. She walked right past me, but as she did, my sense of smell, which is a gift and a curse, caught her scent which was not pleasant. It is usually one of the biggest contributors to first impressions, it tells you a lot about people and their tastes.

It made me think back to all the scents I've experienced.  I could say out of all my experiences there's only one female whose scent I still remember. I don't talk to her now but her scent is the only one I remember clear as a day, it was just one experience that left an impression. I don't know what perfume it was or if she even used one, I just remember the scent, That triggers all the memories related to that event, where I experienced it. There was no romantic component involved, but that scent left an impression. At the end of the day, I had the same scent on one of my favorite t-shirts. Even after 12 years, I remember her scent, and till today no other person has left that impression on me, I don't know about the future, till now it has been a great disappointment.  -AXM

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