Black Lotus
Nothing is constant in this universe. Everything in this world keep on changing with time. Even a stench of raw soil also changes time to time. The smell of a same land in a sun scorch summer afternoon transformed when first rain drops of monsoon kissed it. That is a completely distinct scent of the same primal dust. That odour has resemblance to an aroma which normally a new-born baby has. Each human being has a very different odour from each other. Anny senses it with her each customer, yet they try hard to cover it up with cheap perfume, a strong after shave lotion or by just a cigarette. Still, Anny gets it every time. Maybe this is the stench of their souls, our souls. That smell comes from the beneath of our skin, our bones, probably from much deeper space, dark & cold. Anny feels this since her childhood. Her father all the time scents like a half boiled fresh new rice. This scent comes when new unrefined rice comes out from the husk and boiled in scalding water. That Arom