KERALA RISING · FROM EXPORTING PEOPLE TO EXPORTING IDEAS Kerala, a morning in 2028 Fort Kochi, a Tuesday. The pavements outside the Dutch cemetery are clean. Not freshly swept, but clean the way a place is clean when the people who live there have decided it should be. A woman walks past with a basket of fish heads and drops the organic waste at the segregated bin near Bastion Bungalow. Her phone vibrates: points she can use at the bakery two streets down. She does not check it. She is forty-eight and she has been doing this for two years. Three blocks away a Haritha Karma Sena worker finishes her round. Her name is on the cart and on a small plaque at the pickup point. Her productivity supplement goes into a bank account in her own name, and has for three years. The corridor’s website carries her photograph and a line about her work; she trains the new recruits in segregation now. The engine, configured Nothing in the engine is invented for cleanliness; it is simply pointed at the segregated-waste action. This same table, with the action swapped, reappears in every chapter that follows. 115