Smell is such a potent time machine.
As I washed this jacket yesterday, I smelled it one last time. The crackling of the wood, the laughter around the fireplace, teas and hugs shared with strangers turned friends, the gunpowder in the air, sipping away glasses of apong beer...it all came back to me in a whirlwind. It was all that made the Nagaland trip so special.
And while 'ezee' washed away the smells, the memories won't wash away that easily.
Pic courtesy: @facesoftribalindia