After classes, Lata and Malati, both dressed casually in their usual salwaar-kameez*, went toNabiganj to wander around and have a cup of coffee at the Blue Danube coffee house. This activity,
known to university students as “ganjing," they could afford to indulge in about once a week. As they
passed the Imperial book Depot, they were drawn magnetically in. Each wandered off to her favourite
shelves and subjects. Malati headed straight for the novels, Lata went for poetry. On the way, however,
she paused by the science shelves, not because she understood much science, but, rather, because she
did not. Whenever she opened a scientific book and saw whole paragraphs of incomprehensible words
and symbols, she felt a sense of wonder at the great territories of learning that lay beyond her - the sum of
so many noble and purposive attempts to make objective sense of the world. She enjoyed the feeling; it
suited her serious moods; and this afternoon she was feeling serious.
"A salwaar-kameez is a traditional Indian garment
Question
The third paragraph suggests that Lata regards science as
O a topic that is less engaging than fiction
an interest that is not worth pursuing
a simple but appealing field of study
an unfamiliar but intriguing subject