The room loosens its shoulders a little.

The whole room smells like a string of mogra, warm from the day.

The room feels like a window just opened somewhere.

The room smells like someone who takes care of herself lives here.

A cool autumn morning that ends as a cosy evening.

The room turns gold, like the last good hour of light got bottled

The room goes warm and sweet, like something good just came out of the kitchen.

The whole room smells like rajnigandha in a vase, warm and wide open.

The room smells like flowers, but after dark - softer, deeper, a little mysterious.

The room goes warm, low, and a little serious.

The room turns warm, dim, and a little secretive.

The room suddenly feels like a good day, even when it isn't one.