The Scent Of A City
Mar 10th, 2015 by thegooddoctor in Uncategorized
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She hasn’t unpacked yet. The clothes still smell of Paris. No, not of butter and cigarettes. Of that indescribable smell that is the smell of the City of Light.
Cities are redolent beings, each one with a distinct indescribable scent. Indescribable because Bombay doesn’t just smell of sea waves caressing concrete, raindrops infusing with sweat on a monsoon day, or fried green chillies consorting with vada paos. Bombay smells of Bombay.
She needs them clothes now.
They didn’t tell her that you can carry a smell across 7,000 kilometers but there’s simply nothing you can do to make it stay.
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