On Laundries

I was at a laundry today after almost 15 years. They still have old songs playing on a creaky radio. They still are just about lit.They still smell of hot irons, dry cleaned and freshly ironed clothes. Just as the first monsoons smell of your first day at school with new notebooks, textbooks, brown covers, fresh ink and sharpened pencils.

Some memories always stay the same... and there is nothing more comforting than that...