I open my eyes in wonder. Above me, the fan is spinning. Looks like a semi-transparent, hazy disk, rotating with a rhythmic whirring. And I look at it in wonder; the simple ingenuity of it. Now I come to think of it: Can we really survive without this ‘revolving’ wonder in summer? I open the water tap, and as I wash my face, I cannot help but feel the wonder of the entire plumbing thing: pipes, taps and basins. Dull things you might say. Well, go live in a house without pipes for a single day, I daresay. Surely, you’ll