I stood there inhaling the aroma and thinking how it was funny that growing up in India, I was surrounded by such smells no matter where I went: my own home, someone else’s house, on the street – there were very few places you wouldn’t smell food being cooked. But I never paid attention. Yet those same smells make me yearn for home when I’m 10,000 miles away from my family, my countrymen, everything familiar.
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