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Actually, yaar, reading that made me remember how our village school's PT sir would borrow my uncle's cycle to buy coloured powder for Holi. That smell of wet earth and chalk powder...it has a memory of its own.
Ah, your mention of the PT master and the lime-dust smell brought back such memories, yaar. In our school, the PT master would also use our tractor, but to pull the volleyball net taut — such chhota-mota jugaad we all lived by!
Ayyayo, just like our hospital compounder uses rice flour to draw kolam when rangoli powder is over! Some smells really do bring your hudugi's face right before your eyes, cheppanu.
