Ultimately, it comes down to the smell of the towels, I said when a Bengaluru visitor asked why I had not given a spa guide to the city in this column. After all, I had written about everything else. This is odd because you see, I am that cliché. I am a spa junkie. There are two types of people: those who love spas like me, and those who don’t, like my husband. The third category is those folks who will have a “maalish-wali” or masseuse come home. This article is not for them. They see the massage as a utility, something that fosters health, which it does. But for me, the spa is an experience that cocoons you. It is a splurge.