Love Story Of A Call Girl

There were signs everywhere I went that it would rain that night. I saw that the skies were saturated with clouds. The clouds were not as dark as the pitch-black skies. I could make out the clouds by their greyish billowing outlines in the foreground. There was a sharp scent of earth and wind in the atmosphere. It was only a matter of time when rain would sweep through the landscape. I inhaled as deep as I could this scent.

The scent before rain is here; characterized as if it were a living being. This felt like a musky saturation inherent in the landscape- this overwhelming wave of damp soil and the fullness of the wind.

The strong wind filled my lungs too quickly. It felt raw, almost reawakening me inside; its scent lingered on a long time after I ceased to be aware of my own breathing.

For as long a time as I could remember, the smell of the outdoors before rain is the one scent which pulls me towards sanctuary. Every time I inhale this scent, my more volatile emotions are assuaged. This scent appears to be the trigger to my heightened consciousness. It is hardly wisdom which awakened for there is so much beyond my comprehension. I felt inside of me something larger than life but intimately connected to every fibre of my being. It is a small flame burning; rising a little higher each time. Its embers warm my heart; and keep me cocooned inside. There was never a need to seek protection from the world which I see.

How can I describe its effect on me? It is a frenzied passion, yes; it is also love, it is also despair. It is strength and the absence of it. I feel so much but I can explain very little of how I feel. It is one eternal flame with many matches. I can only therefore experience this sensation when it is taken as the whole as it is, and when I do, it becomes a saturation of all imaginable sensations and its direct counterpart passing through me.

The scent I liked best was this musky saturation permeated the whole landscape wherever I was. It reminded me of home, of a place far away, and which no longer existed due to its demolition for development. Sometimes I feel like this scent envelops me in its entirety. I feel waves of comfort. It was as though I was wrapped in an invisible blanket. To some extent I can predict the magnitude of rainfall based on how strong the musky saturation was.

When it rains, I smell the rain too. It is a rather pleasant smell. Yet the musky saturation is the one scent which appeals to me the most. This scent has been the same everywhere I went. It mattered not if I were on the other side of the world or right here in this trendy suburb of the city.

This is a secret I have kept to myself. Not that there is much to keep. It would not have made people gasp or give me five minutes of fame. I have found though that people ostracize when I tell them I can distinguish different environments by virtue of scent. Where I have been all over the world, I remember by its scent. That is the only thing in my life which I can hold on to. Scents are real.