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know my nose is so sensitive.” He sniffled.
    His nose was indeed getting red and mucus trickled down freely.
    â€œAh choo!” He swiped his red and wet nose again.
    â€œI like it,” Janice added. “I can smell strawberry, lavender, mint and plain old talcum powder… so fresh and… light and…”
    â€œOkay… okay, Janice. Guys, you know how to dust for fingerprints, no?” Mundi pushed back his glasses in place.
    â€œNo, sadly we don’t,” I said.
    Janice stood with one hand on her waist. “Wait, do I know? Let me think.”
    Mundi scanned the different bottles of powder with his fingers. He was a Powder King. No one knew more about powders than Mundi. He had all kinds of powder. Fruit-scented powder, scentless powder, prickly heat powder and even his mom’s compact powder!
    â€œWhy do you have a collection of powder, Mundi?” Janice asked.
    â€œFor different occasions. The fruit-scented one is for school. That’s expensive, no? So I can smell nice.” He smiled sheepishly. “The compact powder is when I have a pimple or two, which doesn’t happen often, no? The prickly heat one is when I feel itchy, and the scentless one is when I visit my relatives. When I don’t smell good, they won’t squeeze me and hug me. No?”

    â€œClever,” Janice remarked.
    Remembering something very important, Janice suddenly bolted up from the floor and toddled to her bag.
    â€œHere everyone, take one.” She took out an oily paper bag filled with an assortment of donuts. Because they had all been squashed and melted from the heat of the day, the flavours couldn’t really be identified. But I was so hungry from the physical exertion of the match and the excitement of the fire that I couldn’t resist.
    â€œHeh, thanks, Janice,” I said sheepishly.
    â€œYeah, go ahead!” She stretched over to pass the bag of donuts to me. I stuck my hand into the “lucky dip”, felt around for a while before emerging with a deflated donut dipped in all kinds of colours – brown, pink and even a hint of green and purple! Oh well! I thought. The colours in the cream must have mixed to get green and purple!
    â€œSee, they are great, right?” Janice sputtered, half munching on her own colourful donut.
    â€œYeah, they are! Thanks!” I chomped. They were really great! I couldn’t believe I was enjoying a melted, squishy and sticky greenish-purple donut!
    When Clandestino and Mundi noticed my delight, they too rushed to the bag. Clandestino, with his quick fingers, managed to grab two donuts with one hand.
    â€œHope you don’t mind, Janice, I did so much running today,” he explained.
    Janice was more than happy to share her donuts and said with a beam, “Sure!”
    Mundi was a little more careful. He looked into the bag, analysed its contents before carefully extracting a well-shaped donut. It was still round and in good shape. (A mathematician knows a round shape when he sees one.)
    Each with a donut in one hand, all of us studied the can on the table.
    â€œThere are definitely prints on there!” Mundi said. “All we need is my mom’s make-up brush. Hold on!” Mundi scampered into his mother’s room and came out with a brush in his hand. He studied Clandestino carefully. With one finger, he carefully swiped off black residue from Clandestino’s shirt and brought the specimen close to his nose. He sniffed it a few times, thought for a while and then cleared his throat in satisfaction.
    â€œDefinitely soot,” he concluded. “Perfect!”
    We all looked at each other with incredulous looks on our faces. Mad mathematician and scientist at work.
    â€œWhat we have to do is this,” he said. He grabbed muruku on them. He flicked them onto the floor. Then he ran to his powder collection and grabbed the bottle of scentless powder. He sprinkled some white scentless