The Aroma of Seventh Heaven

Sitting in the cab today i recalled... where all it began; the mystical power that this smell holds over me.

The Beginning:

Setup: Boy's hostel - 1, NSIT, Dwarka.

Year : 2006-7

After a full day of hard work in the college... mix of masti and study... I used to come back to the hostel just in time for the Evening snacks. The snacks varied between bread pakoda, sandwiches, samosa... and other unexciting stuffs. They may have been unexciting yet I used to keep an alarm for each meal. Couldn't afford to skip many meals with my physique :P. So... Like any ordinary day, i stuffed my stomach with dinner as much as i could without puking. One could stuff their stomach but the hunger was there to stay. And we went to bed with this hunger of heart...

Some time in the night the sleep broke, whether due to this unbearable hunger or some crazy maniac playing idiotic songs at full volume or some shouting (b'day celebrations often) or just another call from nature. You open the door... not expecting anything... literally blank... when a fine aroma takes ur attention!! In an instance u forget why u are awake... why u are alive... and the hunger speaks and u follow that magical thing, bound by its spell. Subconsciously, u end up at the doorstep of room no. B 304...

Something animated is in there!! What is this guy doing at 3 in the morning??!! But without any further question u knock on the door... and.... tadaaa.....!!! u now know... its

Maggi!!!!

But not just any maggie...

a maggie cake being cooked on an ordinary room heater with almost perfected skills of the Kumar... Sumit Kumar (maado)...

And one bit of the hot steamy maggi, directly out of the utensil used to cook it... and u are on a direct bus to the Cloud Nine... :D

Nothing better to pacify the hunger in your heart...

Even now... i wake up middle of the night... with an expectation in heart... and wish... i could teleport to that exact setup just once more... and cherish the same...

Aroma of the Seventh Heaven...