article: Favourite Place to Be (reprise) | written down

This is the journalling text, written yesterday:
Walking in Tooting today, hassled because I have to go collect parcels from the depot which is only open mornings. But…
The vibrant colours, the rich smells of fresh fruit, the intermingled sounds of bangra music, gossiping young Indian girls, gossiping old men, Caribbean accents INVADED my senses. I relaxed. The sights and smells of East India linked me to our childhood in Sri Lanka.
I am so lucky to live in such an amazing, multicultural bustling neighbourhood. From homes all over the world, to a home where worlds meet.

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