The vapours rose up and stung my nostrils. The smells of chilli, garlic and ginger were sharp and powerful. The buttery smell of peanut and the mellowness of turmeric combined with them as they formed an almost visible wreath around my head. I ignored the spoon and picked up the bowl with both hands. I sucked at the creamy sauce. Savoury spicefire rushed through my mouth, tiny beads of sweat popped from my brow, and my pallet sang: "Alive!" I had sucked in a small piece of chilli so I bit into it and it burst into an explosion of flavourheat. I swallowed and the glow went down to my gut and it screamed: "Alive. Alive. Alive!" I took up the spoon and scooped curry into my mouth and chewed. The capsicum struck my taste buds and they resonated like tiny tuning forks, each one a different tone, all together in harmony, a resounding air that kept the ghosts at bay.