We overnighted at Hotel Maganji's in Mount Abu and after dark stood at a raised white pavilion burning theatrical red. Bharat Mata sat in a gold-scrolled chariot with spoked wheels, orange-red robes and a halo, a sword raised, while four roaring lions—yellow coats, black manes, blue eyes, pink tongues—lined the pale stone as if drawing her. Palms flared under a hard white lamp beyond the rail; a mountain mural filled…
