Walk to Ranga Shankara, 091018

My walk to Ranga Shankara, in terms of smells.
The ground coffee from the darshini.
The heady aroma of the Akasha Mallige.
Frying onions from an unknown source.
Agarbathi or dhoop fragrance from a nearby window, part of the evening worship. A waft of strong perfume from a lady whizzing by on the back of a scooter. Punctuating all these, and vitiating them, the stench of accumulations of garbage.
My city is a nasal smorgasbord.

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