Fresh, almost flowery scent of rice steaming slowly on the stove top.
Oily fried fish wafting from downstairs, meaning that the neighbours' dinner will be better than mine.
Pungent earthy smell as a heavy cloud discharges passing showers. Quick flurry of windows being closed in the block opposite. Now I know who's home at this time of the day and who's not.
Doggy smell on my finger tips after I've scritched Roop's chest.
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Ooh - fried fish. With or without sambal?
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