I switch off my iTunes. I keep up a keen ear and listened. The gentle sloshing that results from a car traversing a rain slick tarmac is all too therapeutic.
I take in a deep breath.
The result is a cacophony of odd smells altogether. I smell the salty sea. I think i catch a whiff of distant indian incense. Down below from dear neighbour, the stale smell of burn out tobacco join in for a threesome. But i smell something else, perhaps most overwhelming of them all, de frangrance le mystere. So alluring, it beckons to me.
Where does it come from? I wonder.
The coldness of the window frame stings. It tempers my desire so. But where? Still i am keen to enquire, my inquisitiveness not the least bothered. Someone is whistling to the tune of Sorry seems to be the hardest word. What an apt accompaniment to the surreal night.
Adieu, good night to the world.
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