Driving Down The Memory Lane

‘Motiya ka ittar’ is very favourite of mine. Once I took it from my Aunt’s dressing table and applied on my wrist. The fragrance stayed for very long. It was one of concentrated types. That night when I changed my sides while sleeping, I could smell it in my sleep. It was one of very lovely and refreshing moments. Since then my most favourite scent has to be that strong mottiya ka ittar. I was familiar with the smell as well but it used to be dilute and weak ones. It took me that night to make it special for me. My Aunt graciously gifted that to me later. I do not remember if I asked from her shamelessly. Although my sisters managed to break that specific bottle. I was so mad at them then. Last year after eid I went to my Nani’s home. It has to be my most memorable trip ever. I happen to make so much beautiful memories at that short span of time. I feel very grateful to Allah Almighty for that time period. Anyways I happen to find the same kind of itter bottle from my Nani’s cupboard. 
“Nani eyy main ley lana?”
“Lellay meray jan. Sara Kush tera eey aae.”
I have that bottle with me. And I feel glad that I have something physical that connects us two together, other that our loving bond and memories. She feels so in my life still. Her memories are so fresh and vivid that it feels unreal that she’s gone. Some times I just want to dial her phone number and expect to hear her from other side. I fear if my I start remembering and reliving her moments less. I fear if my memory start becoming less vivid. I wish her to stay very near my life as long as I am alive. I want to remember her smell, her touch, her voice and her embrace very clearly always. Just as I remember Mottiya buds stuck in her pierced ear lobes. Oldies do that here. 🙂