Senses are the best gifts a writer can have. Wish I was a dog, the whole world would have to offer a new genre and access to sounds and smell barred from human’s abilities. Nay, there’s the catch. You would have to be a human in order to wish you weren’t human. Irony!!

Have you gone back in time? Closing your eyes and feel the same situation that happened eons ago reconstruct all around you. Senses. Mass!! The particular food, smell, scenery, location, certain voices, touch, any one of them or some of them joined and placed in the order of how it happened at a particular instant way back, transports. Transports your mind and soul into that day, that strand of incident.

Living just the highlights. Good or bad immaterial. Close your eyes, focus on the vision and concentrate. And feel yourself smiling like an idiot. 

Nostalgia. Have you felt it? Make sure, when you do, when that particular sense exacts replica, pull it closer, much much deeper to you. You may never get back to old times again.

To Sister and Akon.