I can smell the heat. I feel everything around me unwillingly absorb it. My black Chennai T-shirt does the same, but more willingly so, I feel. It knows heat, though maybe a different kind of heat; heat laced with the salty smell of the sea and jasmine flowers and cut mango with spicy chilli powder. Heat laced with the smell of home.
Monday, January 16, 2012
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