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“What is all this?' 'Don't you see?' The middle-aged woman sitting close by comes to my rescue. 'This is heeng and that one is cinnamon... cardamom, coriander, cloves, fenugreek, crushed pomegranate, poppy seeds, rose petals, curry leaves, nutmeg and mace.”

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