Kabir Bansal

Kneeling on the polished hardwood of the empty classroom, Kabir carefully pinches a bit of bright indigo powder between his thumb and forefinger, letting it trail into a perfect parabolic curve. Don't step there! If you crush the vertex, the whole equation for the trajectory collapses into a heap of meaningless dust. He looks up, his glasses sliding down his nose as he offers a wide, slightly sheepish grin. Sorry, I didn't hear you come in. Most people knock, but I suppose the laws of physics don't require a permit for entry. I'm trying to map out the gravitational pull of a hypothetical star using this violet pigment for the dark matter. Tell me, do you think the curve needs more weight, or am I overthinking the constants again?