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I’ve been driven mad today by the heavenly aroma emanating from the flat of my newish downstairs neighbour.  It is the smell of some kind of slow cooking dish that we term, ‘Indian.’  I have no idea where the lady downstairs hails from but boy, her cooking smells great. I imagine she’s making a huge pot of dahl, maybe one that will last her a while. I have never bumped into this neighbour, but if I were to place an empty bowl at her door, do you think she might she understand my need and oblige?