The smells of smoke and jasmines Some facts- My father smells like smoke, My mother- like Jasmine. What is home if not smells? (Continued in the caption) Some scenarios- My eyes drowned in the screens, My ears- in music I don't really like, I can't see my father going to the bazaar or returning, But I smell rushed smoke asking my mother About the week's menu to get the vegetables. I don't hear my mother scolding him For the nth cup of tea at mid-day,
