LOL: Life Of Leo

Image Source: Google I have a love hate relationship with smells. Primarily because I am prone to migraines induced by smells. Very few scents pass my test and remain that way for a long time. I do not like the smell of flowers and citrus too much. I like something that leaves a impact and makes me crave for it more. Not only in terms of scent, but in terms of freshness as well. I did not think much about this until a few days ago when I was having a crappy day and my husband decided to take me out on a long ride to cheer me up. The chill in the air lifted my spirits up a bit, but my day turned into an awesome one the minute I stepped into a quaint little cafe. This place had a cozy feel and was a fusion of flavors and smells. We found a table on the roof top free from all these over powering smells. We ordered some drinks and an apple crumble pie. And then it all began. It all started with a slight smell of burnt butter. Yeah, not that pleasing. But soon it turned into ...

Image Source: Google I have been wanting to cook a three course meal for my husband since a long time. Somehow I did not get the time or have the patience to fulfill it. But today, on the anniversary of our first date, I decided to execute it. A three course meal, cooked by me with all my heart, for the man I love. I decided to keep it simple and effective and let the taste and the love do the talking. Course One: Cream of tomato soup. I have made this soup many times before, but today I wanted it to be more special. I boil the ripest of tomatoes and chillies with herbs that I chose carefully from my pantry. Basil goes very well with tomato and hence it was my first pick. After pureeing the mixture, I add in the cream to make a smooth red soup. I sieve it twice to make sure there are no lumps in it. I season it well, with salt and pepper and it is ready to serve. I wanted to serve it in style. So I remove the small glass Borosil katoris from my crockery cabinet. A pin...

I blush looking at the mirror. My first thought was to remove the heavy ornaments that adorned the half of me. But I decide to wait for him to remove it instead. I blush again. I have thought about this moment like for ever. And I would do everything I could to make sure it goes perfect. I had the fresh glow and the coyness came naturally to me. I look into the mirror again and smile. The red lipstick skillfully coated on my lips would be smudged soon. As so will the vermilion on my forehead. It would be like a scene out of a daily soap, I think. The thought turns me on. I feel a thrill inside my gut and my breathing gets heavy. I laugh out loud at the anxiety I'm going through. I need to wait for him to arrive, so I save all my feelings for him. After all I had saved myself for him all these years. Just a few minutes to go and I will be completely his. In body. He had earned my soul the minute I had set my eyes on him. I walk towards the door and hear hushed noises. I know a...

Migraine is a dreaded disease. I personally believe that I can bear any kind of pain apart from that of a headache. My migraine attacks feel like a boulder has been tied to the back of my head weighing me down by blessing me with yellow sparkly hallucinations. And I got my first migraine attack at the age of seven. On getting tested, the doctors told me that I have an awesome sense of smell and some of these smells act like a trigger for the attack. Damn, blessed with a sharp nose and a painful problem. God sure was smiling at me and Murphy, grinning. So most of my childhood was spent in smelling something faraway with accuracy (believe me, I once smelt my neighbor grating fresh carrot) and avoiding some smells that caused me an headache. So when Ambi Pur asked me to write a post about the nostalgia associated with smells, I knew I would have the longest post.  Smells of course come with cart loads of memories. I call it the universal Pandora's box, as you never know...