Spring cleaning comes with its own aroma. These bottles remained in my almirah corner, because each had a story. The Christian Dior transports me to that house in Benaras, the swinging teak and Belgian glass dressing table that belonged to Didi and how fascinating it was to push that mirror and see myself go to and fro. The Pavlova was my first own whiff of 'foreign' perfume, and it meant I did not have snick from Ma's, who kept a strict eye on the level consumed!!!! Chantilly came from Nandini, probably from her early earning in USA. It was precious and sparsely used, till one evening while we were entertaining, suddenly found the entire house filled with aroma. There was Chibu, all of 2 sitting on the bed, examining the empty bottle and declaring ' Tyal ta fele dichi ma... Kemone gondho! ' And all hell broke loose! The last I don't remember the name, nor the aroma and Bhaskar always said it's crass and crude. It came from, let's say a follower!