tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post1886915534397037186..comments2023-10-02T13:50:34.166+05:30Comments on Scattered Poems: JasmineSumanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11251497690649264925noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post-60401509901326391332012-06-22T00:15:39.545+05:302012-06-22T00:15:39.545+05:30That's so kind of you, friend. Thank you for v...That's so kind of you, friend. Thank you for visiting.Sumanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11251497690649264925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post-79322485650439686112012-06-20T17:01:38.949+05:302012-06-20T17:01:38.949+05:30I agree, friend; loss is a strange thing. Thank yo...I agree, friend; loss is a strange thing. Thank you for dropping by!Sumanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11251497690649264925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post-50552185615228089182012-06-19T22:00:14.706+05:302012-06-19T22:00:14.706+05:30It is only when they pass away that we realise the...It is only when they pass away that we realise their true value.<br />We had this creeper right outside our front door and every day in the morning it was such a pleasant thing to take in that wonderful aromaHaddockhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11573906991666088642noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post-46223814900248661212012-06-19T17:43:59.475+05:302012-06-19T17:43:59.475+05:30Thank you so much Rajnish. You are always very kin...Thank you so much Rajnish. You are always very kind to me. :-)Sumanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11251497690649264925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post-24168287957549682502012-06-19T17:43:25.544+05:302012-06-19T17:43:25.544+05:30It certainly is! Thanks for dropping by, Ash.It certainly is! Thanks for dropping by, Ash.Sumanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11251497690649264925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post-20466085350386025552012-06-19T17:42:49.836+05:302012-06-19T17:42:49.836+05:30Merci, Celine! And as always, you sort out my jumb...Merci, Celine! And as always, you sort out my jumbled thoughts pretty well. Grandmothers are just so special. Irrespective of region and culture, in every family they are like those strong, old pillars that stand tall forever, whether it is rain or shine.Sumanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11251497690649264925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post-47449069625330658552012-06-19T17:40:15.400+05:302012-06-19T17:40:15.400+05:30Cedar after a rain?! Tell me about it! Now that at...Cedar after a rain?! Tell me about it! Now that at once takes me back to the Pacific Northwest. :)<br />Jasmine smells very close to gardenia, or a note sweeter perhaps. Its intensity is a trademark of all tropical flavours and it's an absolute joy to have it around in such abundance. Our summer nights would be really drab without the faint scent of jasmines hovering in the air.Sumanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11251497690649264925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post-67989944058052627752012-06-19T17:34:41.977+05:302012-06-19T17:34:41.977+05:30I just couldn't agree less! Childhood stories ...I just couldn't agree less! Childhood stories stretch beyond eternity, I feel; however forgetful one is, one usually carries around a tale or two wherever he/she goes.Sumanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11251497690649264925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post-85080661486067522492012-06-19T17:32:20.535+05:302012-06-19T17:32:20.535+05:30Oh, they are beautiful, especially during the earl...Oh, they are beautiful, especially during the early rains when the dust has washed off and everything around you looks dewy fresh. I am sure Budapest must be stunning with those perfumed alleys, more so with the gorgeous architecture that you so often blog about.<br /><br />Regarding the nostalgia, I for one, have always felt connected with the past through scents, be it food, flowers or moments. As always, I'm glad you like the post.Sumanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11251497690649264925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post-77192026134004246682012-06-19T10:31:25.287+05:302012-06-19T10:31:25.287+05:30beautiful moments and even greatly described. such...beautiful moments and even greatly described. such wonderful nostalgic moments.<br />www.rajnishonline.blogspot.comRajnishhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11554181871447936478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post-14439969058491461162012-06-19T10:24:18.400+05:302012-06-19T10:24:18.400+05:30One of the loveliest fragrances ever :)One of the loveliest fragrances ever :)Ashhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10677346098586090998noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post-63876346696666017662012-06-19T02:16:05.596+05:302012-06-19T02:16:05.596+05:30I love jasmine. This flower has a wonderful fragra...I love jasmine. This flower has a wonderful fragrance. This post is very touching. Our memories are linked to senses, especially fragrances and taste. I was thinking of my grandmother. She made a wonderful cake. Sweet memories make us strongerCelinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11933533883740072254noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post-65239501627365133032012-06-18T20:18:56.496+05:302012-06-18T20:18:56.496+05:30I've never experienced the perfume of jasmine ...I've never experienced the perfume of jasmine - how I wish I knew it! It's lovely that the gift of a garland from your beloved should awaken such precious memories of your childhood and your grandmother. Your post took me back to my childhood, and Cape Breton summers at my grandparents' bungalow on the Bras d'or Lakes. The scent that can take me there in a minute is of cedar after a rain.Pondsidehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02407539138546412482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post-90502316293706388442012-06-18T18:26:58.892+05:302012-06-18T18:26:58.892+05:30No matter what they are and where we were, the joy...No matter what they are and where we were, the joys of childhood remain with us forever. How wonderful that yours should be entwined with the scent of beautiful jasmine and that you should be so fortunate to have a loved one make you a fragrant gift of them.Frikohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8250710402534894008.post-90772736835803561232012-06-18T18:11:17.691+05:302012-06-18T18:11:17.691+05:30Hello Suman:
How tenderly you describe the passage...Hello Suman:<br />How tenderly you describe the passage of time and sweet memories of the past. It is so very strange how the merest hint of a familiar scent can transport one back in time to relive events associated with the perfume, in this case, of Jasmine.<br /><br />Flowers play an important role here too with flower stalls on every street corner. There is something so very civilised about fresh flowers being readily available and casting their fragrance as one walks by. We are certain that the streets where you live are a joy to the senses!Jane and Lance Hattatthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16831890261259302647noreply@blogger.com