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If I didn't know for sure that I couldn't under any circumstances be pregnant, I might be worried about now. I went downstairs this morning after a tossing and flinging night and the smell of the ginger flower I brought in from the garden floated up my nose and stroked my brain with soft yellow fingers and sent me into a heady swoon. And on opening a new packet of tea, that too unfolded itself into subtle, spreading platelets of moist, brown scent, and I was simultaneously back in Sapa and Darjeeling. Small things. Tankee the goodness for they.