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anything you want. Except, of course, windows.’ And he left the room walking away like a tusker.
    Ayyan Mani took out a small scribbling-pad from his trouser pocket, poised a pen over it and stared expectantly at Oparna.
    ‘What are your instructions, Madam?’ he asked. He liked her smell. He wondered how a woman could smell like a lemon, yet seem so unattainable.
    She thought he smelled exactly like a room freshener. But at least he didn’t stink like other men. For a fleeting moment, she remembered a friend who went through an insane phase of sleeping only with poor men, really poor chaps. Like drivers and peons. Just to see if they were any different in bed from the MBAs.
    Ayyan looked at her back as she walked into the expanse of the almost empty lab and put her hands on her hips. Those hips curved so beautifully. Even in the intentional modesty of the salwar kameez, he could see how perfectly sculpted she was. He wondered how she would look naked. He tried to imagine her face as he plundered her in the bushes of Aksa.
    ‘I think I will see the plans first and send you a detailed list of things to be done,’ she said, without turning. ‘I hope you will move fast. I hear you are a very efficient man.’
    ‘I am just a small man, Madam,’ he said. ‘A small man who manages this and that sometimes.’
    ‘That’s not what I’ve heard,’ she said, walking towards him and attempting a calculated smile.
    ‘What am I, Madam, in front of scientists like you?’ he said. ‘It is through the great things you people do that I learn a little here, a little there.’
    ‘OK then,’ she said exhaling loudly. ‘I will see you soon.’
    When he was at the door, he said, ‘It’s so hot here.’ He walked briskly to a corner and turned on the AC. ‘Madam,’ he said softly, ‘can you tell me something about the Balloon Mission?’
    ‘Why do you ask?’
    ‘Every night I make up a science story for my son. That’s how I put him to sleep. All my material comes from the Institute.’
    ‘That’s sweet,’ she said with a chuckle. (Ayyan, of course, knew it was very sweet.)
    ‘How old is he?’
    ‘He is ten.’
    ‘I don’t know how much you know,’ she said, ‘but it’s like this. Twenty thousand meteorites hit Earth’s atmosphere every year. They are so small that they burn up immediately. Dr Acharya believes that some of them carry extraterrestrial living matter, like an alien DNA or even fully formed microbes or something entirely unknown to man. These things survive their entry into Earth and take a while to come down. We are going to send a balloon high above the Earth. The balloon will carry four samplers. Samplers are sterilized steel cans that will be controlled by remote from the ground. They will open at the height of forty-one kilometres, capture air, and shut immediately. I will study the samplers after we bring them back down. I’ll study them right here where we are standing.’
    ‘What if you find something?’
    ‘Then Dr Acharya becomes the first person to find living matter from outer space.’
    ‘Why forty-one kilometres above the Earth? Why not twenty, or ten?’ he asked, narrowing his eyes to show curiosity – though he knew why.
    ‘Because, because,’ she said, with mild appreciation, ‘nothingfrom Earth floats to that height. Even volcanic ash does not go up that high. So if we find, say, a bacterium at that height, it will mean that he was coming down, not going up.’
    ‘It’s so interesting what you people do,’ he said. ‘I think I can cook up a great story for my son tonight.’
    As he walked to the door, Oparna asked, ‘What do you know about the Giant Ear?’
    ‘Nothing that you don’t know, Madam,’ he said, walking a few steps back in. Giant Ear was the name given to thirty radio telescopes, a vast array of mammoth dishes pointed at the sky. One after the other, they stood like white monsters on vast farms, about a hundred kilometres from the city. ‘Have you seen