There have been times when the rain made the window panes hazy with their drops and I have wanted to bite into these. When our backyard looked like a watercolor painting through the bleary glass: unfocussed, washed out and deep deep green that I have evoked that whiff of smell in my memories. Or nudged a the scene back from the past when I stood under the red umbrella with my friends at one street corner, holding on to the Kachoris in oil stained newspaper packets.
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