Scent of a Woman || Perfume by Priyanka

“Sugar, Spice & Everything Nice…” such goes the list of ingredients for a lovely girl. Ask anyone, even the hobo living in a cardboard box, everyone agrees: A Girl Always Smells Nice.Nice? You mean like peaches & bergamot or lavender & honey?? I’m a girl and I demand an answer?!!My favorite scent remains to be that of musty old books in the attic. Or of rain, just before it rains. Or of winter… when your breathe freezes fogging up your view of the sunset. Or like cheese oozing from a double burst pizza! Or like babies who have been squeaked clean and dressed up in pinks & blue, just perfect for a day in the park!!But you never get these in a bottle in any store! Hmmm…You know what all of it reminds me of? Home. My Mom.Each time I return home for a few days, I pause for a moment...

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Posted in: Love,Mom,Perfume,Priyanka,Week 1

Life in Slow Motion ||Gone in 60 seconds by Priyanka

WARNING: Extremely long story, capable of testing your knowledge of Pop-culture, patience and sanity on multiple levels. Not recommended for novices. Sango came into being just as everyone else around her; nothing new in being thrown onto Mother Earth on account of the parent over-eating beyond herself! As she was growing up, Sango’s mom started slowly drifting away, and then the inevitable moment came when as Sango looked around for that familiar comfort of her mother, there was just the sea of nudges and shoves. The neighbors, instead of bad-mouthing her mom for maternal negligence, instead pooh-poohed her as a sissy. No-one in their knowledge had latched on to her mother for as long as she did! “What a disgrace of a progeny!” “Good for the poor mother, she practically had to run away....

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Strawberry Fields Forever || Ion

Little red bubbles of love, you call them. Trembling voices and figuring woes, gather momentum As we walk across the misty trails, like two souls lost In abandoned passion, and the valley’s grass gently crushed underneath. When you speak, the words fill up my mind. Staying awhile, I know, I might find one more dream in your eyes. As your fingers run through my hair a voice escapes me.... You're here today, it says. Blinded, I am, but I feel your piercing gaze Run down my face, an inch at a time, Its placid charity echoing your warm touch. Only, today you are here, and it is beautiful. Not sure if you figure what you see in these eyes, I can see your lips curl up into a smile, as you let me Walk you through these strawberry fields. Just a promise lingers – forever...

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Posted in: Ion,Love,Strawberry,Today