more than just meet the eyes

i always love gardening. my first crop was garlic. planted neatly on my mom's long beans patch. i dont remember exactly what happened in the end to that garlic. but, i remember being happy watching them grow. and excitedly wait for morning to come, so i could measured the blades. maybe, thats the real reason for my fondness for garlic. those early memories of happiness. i love it pungent smell. it reminds me of childhood. 

i knew at least a person who hate garlic. he despised garlic in his food. i love that guy. he's a very good friend of mine. and he's gone. i was having this crab crackers with garlic, when the sudden thought of him hit me. then.. i wonder, why certain smell sharpen our memories of something. now, i knew, what Dyer meant by "and over all of this is the deep blue of empty sky-the colour of memory". it's not the blue, blue. it's the memory of that deep blue of empty sky! (and things happened under it). or so. 

should hunt for more of his book. its good.