That familiar scent always lingers

That familiar scent always lingers,
Reminding you of that wonderful night,
Of the love you felt,
Of the warmth so close.

That familiar scent always lingers,
It makes you see those faces gone,
Of death, of never returning,
To the world you claim to know.

That familiar scent always lingers,
Of your mother's hand cooked food,
Of the fond memories of home it brings
As you sit far away in another city.

That familiar scent always lingers,
Of the Diwali patakas burning,
Of the earth before it rains,
Of the Hajmola caused farts.

The odd thing about that scent,
Is that it always is the same.