There’s no one better than Mahtab bhai to keep all of us grounded. As a gardener, he has his feet well and truly planted on terra firma. He keeps the most essential inhabitants of the office – the plants – hale and hearty. Our plants wake up from their sombre state on seeing him because of how Mahtab bhai fawns over them. No matter how hard the sun beats down on him, when Mahtab bhai is with his khurpi, amongst his `babies,’ he is lost to the rest of the world. He emerges hours later, stars in his eyes, satisfied that the plants glisten brightly. It’s infectious, his absolute devotion – his `Sarfaroshiyat.’ Perhaps one day, we will learn from him, the secret life of plants.