memories, like the corners of her mind

Shilpa brought in some rockin' biryani for lunch today. It smells awesome. Tastes even better.

Sharon Across the Hall, blond and white like the winter snow, stepped into the kitchen for a taste. "It smells like childhood memories!" she exclaimed. We just looked at her. "You know, if I grew up eating this."

"It smells like childhood memories...just not mine."

But I kind of get that.

Shilpa's biryani does smell like love.