It is amazing what a simple thing like the smell of fresh earth can evoke . The simple Smell of water mingling with earth tugged me by my sleeve and transported me into a journey which I never thought was possible. It took me by my hand , from the snow melted street of Norway into an open, green, lush field in a little village in India. The village where days used to start with the sweet smell of fresh milk from the cow which fills your lungs and senses with warmth. The afternoon's sun playing with the water causing an iridiscence of colours. The sound of the temple bell translating into God's voice. The smell of fresh hay causing a contentment with existence.
But I realised that I had not embarked on this journey alone. Along with me was the Memories which gently prodded me towards a looking glass. Through it, I could see a little girl playing hide and seek with her brother behind the haystack. I could see a winking granny hiding cashewnuts in the girl's pockets. I could see the entire farm swathed in blemishless laughter of children playing cricket. I could see the sapling which the girl had promised to water every day of her life. The looking glass showed me a world where every lock held a different key than it does today. But only, I have lost the keys.