How certain tastes remind you of your forever lost childhood, for instance. For the Ashtami Pooja, Aai used to prepare "kadakani", the "prasad" made of jaggery, pumpkin and all sorts of flours, roasted in pure ghee. The whole home would then be filled with a unique fragrance of wholesomeness, benediction and purity. Though my preparation is not as fine as Aai's, the feel is the same.
That is true of all sensory perceptions, be it the fragrance of the soil after the first rain, the heady colours of mild flowers, the soft touch of a baby's silken hair or of the soft fingers that want to hold on to you, or the unique sounds that flute in with the dawn breaking. So lovely are the associations that years may pass by, but the events return, the moment recurs, and in toto. Past ceases to be past, and becomes an eternal present.
Though we may not easily achieve the Keatsian synesthesia, all of us begin our cognitive abilities through sensory inputs as the first step. Senses may be elementary, Dr. Watson, but they are the real help to all the deductions. Hence though blamed in religious texts, senses make us, frame us in to ourselves. Here is to the glory of senses that would, and should, never fade.
Pratima@ senses make sense
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