“You said we would camp on the rooftop and watch the starts…you have been saying this for at least a year now,” Saif reminds me of our long overdue ‘expedition rooftop.’ Zainab and Omar join Saif’s refrain. I decide not to let the posterity remember me as someone-who-never-kept-her-promises. “Tonight is the night. Pack your things. We will dwell among the stars,” I announce amid a thunder of applause. My reputation is secure. “Saif and Zainab pack their bags. “I have also made a first aid box,” Saif tells me. Aren’t they well versed in the art of camping! Omar’s bag contains eatables, biscuits and chips. He also has a dictionary in his bag. “What’s that for?” I ask. “If we spot a constellation we can’t name, we can check it in the dictionary,” Omar educates me. I take along (borrowed) binoculars, and my camera. We light a few candles, set up a camp on the rooftop, and start charting the constellations. A naughty monkey comes from somewhere and climb