Laughter peppers the atmosphere.
A foreign scent enflames olfactory receptors: pungent yet flavorful.
The air feels thick, an emulsion of soy sauce and tamarind.
A waiter speaks softly, as if sharing national secrets brought from India (perhaps they are?)
Wine flows readily, staining teeth and coherence equally.
Smiles broaden just a bit.
An army approaches.
We arm ourselves with clubs and tridents.
We will not show mercy today.
They approach, heads bowed.
They praise us, shower us with gifts.
They bring tribute from exotic locales.
Mountains of rice, all the colors of the rainbow.
Animals unheard of, bathed in brine thats tangy to the taste buds.
We feast for days, while music gently plays in the background.
Then the cheque arrives.
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