In Pune, the balcony on the fourth floor had learned to be an observatory. Asha fastened the PVC skygazer to an iron railing with a belt borrowed from a suitcase that no longer believed in airports. Arjun taped a strip of glow-in-the-dark paint along the focusing ring so the night would remember where their hands should rest. Below, the city ran a conversation of horns and pressure cookers; above, Jupiter held its place like an elder at a crowded wedding.