I caught the scent of spices that make up curry. I could not tell where it was coming from.
I looked around but could not find the source of the smell. I could not determine the direction but there was no doubt that the scent had been carried in from somewhere outside.
But the real issue was something else: the change inside me. I wanted curry. That had not been part of the plan but I could not ignore my body’s reaction.
I knew in my head that I was supposed to get off at this station. And yet I could not stand up from my seat. What I was thinking and what my body was doing did not align at all.
For a moment I wondered if my body had replayed some old memory. Even if that were true it did not really matter. It might have been nothing more than an after-the-fact interpretation. And even if it was not, it had nothing to do with curry.
Thinking back on what had happened an hour earlier I was now fully savoring the taste of the curry in front of me.