Something about my daily peregrinations about this city that cannot be captured on LJ are..the *scents*.
Today (and especially in the evening) I walked through...
repeated bouts of Akasha Mallige
the drool-making smell of onions frying, coming from push-carts.
raw sewage at various points of the road, or the storm-water drain.
the smell of jasmine, marigolds, and tube-roses as I passed the market.
the typical smell of the detergent as I bought some at a store.
agarbathi smells as I walked past the temple.
smells of ghee, also from the same temple (they were preparing the evening prasad, I guess.)
the coffee I had at my favourite eatery down the road from my place.
the chaat smell from there.
the smell of chlorine in the pool as I swam.
the ever-delicious aroma of my sambar as I ate dinner. sub-aroma of drumsticks.
Now, at midnight, my olfactory sense has no work to do...but the good thing is that I smell nothing burning, no gas stench..so I am safe to go to sleep now.