I forgot to carry my perfume from Bombay so raided Mamma’s cupboard in Gangtok and found this. I used to wear this scent when I was 19.
It gave me a peek into the past and reminded me of freedom. I saw myself wearing skimpy clothes, reading banned books, stepping out for auto rides with my girls at midnight, drinking wine for breakfast and escaping to Goa whenever I felt like it. Although these things don’t define freedom for me now, it did then cause I could not do it in Gangtok.
Now freedom is Monday mornings without deadlines. Or simply removing the mask and taking a long whiff of well… freedom.