India is a visceral place, teeming with life in every corner. Amongst the yellow, green, and steel mass of tuk tuks and cars in Delhi, the air smells like an industrial fire punctuated by ghee and rosewater. During the quiet sunset of the Rajasthani desert where the sunset burns a deep crimson, it smells of sweet grass laced with dew.
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