Amit’s neighbor, Leela, knocked that night, seeking shelter from the storm. She peered at the book and laughed. “I always thought quantum mechanics was just for lab coats and mad geniuses,” she said. Amit smiled and offered to explain the chapter he’d just read. He tried to tell her in plain words: superposition like a coin spinning between heads and tails, uncertainty like trying to pin both a bee’s speed and exact position. Leela listened, fascinated, until the rain stopped and the lamp outside flickered back to life.