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I knew I had returned to South India, for the lizards were sprawled flat on the wall, waiting for unwary flies; the ants were strung out in a long moving line along the floor; the temple bells rang out across the evening air--and across it too sometimes came the temple smells of camphor and incense, or the kitchen smells of curry and spice! Best of all was the last smell--the many-petalled jasmine flowers, so well called "Queen of the Night," planted in my little garden.

-- Notebooks Category 15: The Orient > Chapter 2 : India Part 1 > # 133