Recently the walls of the house were given a fresh dose of paint. I observed with care how they scraped the walls which had many rough abstracts, like Picasso’s vanity scrawls. Now I see them gliding their hands with agility on a roller which was wetted with paint. All through the day I had to live with the odor of paint. It was a smell that was mixture of urine and kerosene, a strange smell that made me tipsy at times, and sometimes it made me sneeze. As a day went by, I got used to the smell and I developed an affinity for it. Yes paint became a metaphoric music for the olfactory nerves.