A strangely familiar smell drifted into senses today when I wore the freshly washed crepe-bandage. I had been wearing the same bandage for over ten days now and it badly needed to be washed. Where had I smelt it before? Why did it smell so bad despite my washing it thoroughly? It then struck me. . It was a smell from my childhood. It was smell that that had teased me every time my maid applied oil in my hair. Every time I went into her house. Every time I played with her kids. The smell of the same clothes worn day after day. Washed daily and yet the smell stayed behind. The smell of overuse, the smell of dirt, the smell of water-rinsed sweat, the smell of hard-work and the smell of pain.