Scent of a woman

Paraphernalia. To me it means the most when it’s not around. At work, what could it possibly be? A desk, water bottle, notepad, computer, pen, postcard, photograph, certificate, bin and the list goes on. These are all physical, tangible items, by no means unnecessary, but what about things which don’t fall in the “tangible” category. Things which touched (not physically in this case) your life on a day-to-day basis! Take a moment, try recalling… doesn’t come that easily, right? Probably, your paraphernalia is still around you.

For me it’s the regular ice-cream guy who suddenly disappeared, a stray dog that was always sleeping in my backyard, who disappeared too, a pani-puri vendor who changed his base, a building that doesn’t exist anymore due to some property dispute, a security guard who was always drunk and eventually got fired, a drink buddy who quit for good (which is good), a chaiwalla who passed away (which is sad), a perfume that is completely out of production and so on… the whole point of writing this is that I miss two of my closest buddies a lot. One, who I know for almost a decade now and has moved to Kingdom of Bahrain for some reason and the other, whose Sweet Pea (Bath & Body Works) sanitizer I’ll miss the most. Sorry for all the philosophy above except “paraphernalia means the most when it’s not around”.