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I smelled my dad's deo in the bus and suddenly, I was under my blanket, huddled in snugly while he got ready for work.

I smelled oil on freshly washed hair on the woman beside me, and suddenly I was in my torn shorts and tee, knocking on Pri's door to be let in, so I could waddle about in her room and then curl up in her lap. I even smelled the exact fish curry we had had for three years straight in our hostel, and my ears started ringing with the pleasant cacophony that would surround us like a bubble whenever our "gang" got together in the dining space.

Stared at the streets for a little too long, and woah I was fourteen, on top of the Cellular Building, getting chills because of the turquoise magnificence in front of my eyes.