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Posted on April 21, 2020April 28, 2020 by Rania Mirza

It smells like Ramadan to me.

Nothing signals the start of Ramadan like the scent of pakoras filling the air in my house. It’s not surprising. Our sense of smell has a strong connection to memories.

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