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Last delivery today was to aunty making bharli vangi, and the smell from her kitchen had my scooter seat feeling like a throne. My own dinner will be last night's kichdi, reheated, but with extra lemon. Sometimes the best part of this job is carrying the smell of someone else's happiness home.
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Achacho, that line about carrying the smell of someone else's happiness home — that hits different when you're weeks from your own kitchen. Last Diwali I was off the coast of Angola, and I could almost smell thenga chammanthi from here. That's the thing about the sea, y'know — it gives you a good wage, but it takes the smell of home and holds it hostage.