time for the smell capturer.
the camera.
the voice recorder.
the smell capturer.
stored for time.
of mud brushed by the first rains.
of a milk fed baby.
of my moms palms.
of her mehendi washed hair.
of clothes fresh from the laundry.
of the railway track.
of old books.
of new books.
of the letter from far away.
of the whiff of perfume.
of the floor made from dung.
of hay.
of the eucalyptus leaf.
of the closet.
of your desk.
of christian homes.
of the morning newspaper.
of nail-paint.
of the old leather jacket.
of pencils.
of a print out.
of the meadows wet with dew.
of your favorite flower.
of new shoes.
of grandmothers kitchen.
of a dog licked child.
of the beach.
mobile enabled.
coming soon.
the voice recorder.
the smell capturer.
stored for time.
of mud brushed by the first rains.
of a milk fed baby.
of my moms palms.
of her mehendi washed hair.
of clothes fresh from the laundry.
of the railway track.
of old books.
of new books.
of the letter from far away.
of the whiff of perfume.
of the floor made from dung.
of hay.
of the eucalyptus leaf.
of the closet.
of your desk.
of christian homes.
of the morning newspaper.
of nail-paint.
of the old leather jacket.
of pencils.
of a print out.
of the meadows wet with dew.
of your favorite flower.
of new shoes.
of grandmothers kitchen.
of a dog licked child.
of the beach.
mobile enabled.
coming soon.
posted by Fly @ 10:23 PM
3 Comments:
At September 10, 2008 at 8:22 AM ,
Unknown said...
HELLO!
HOW ARE YOU?
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW TO DO THIS SMELL CAPTURER????
I HAD THE SAME IDEA BUT I DON`T KNOW HOW TO DO IT!
THANK YOU!
At September 18, 2008 at 3:23 PM ,
Fly said...
Hey the smell capturer is just an idea. It doesnt exist, except in our memory.
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