You find a lady clad in a filthy ragged coat. She is holding onto something in her right hand and flipping it at a regular pace. She is mumbling, almost as if chanting, and her eyes are transfixed on something. What separates her from what she is staring at is a glass window.
The scene is not set in a Buddhist monastery in Cambodia or a busy temple in India but in a chemistry lab. The lady is a chemist wearing a stained old lab coat, holding her lucky charm and staring at the flask in her fume cupboard, in a hope that her reaction works this time.
Get Real – Chemistry World, March 2011 issue
Akshat Rathi 