We stood on the marble terrace at Birla Mandir while Moti Dungri Fort's pale battlements and rounded towers sat on the steep green hill above. Three of us lined the carved floral balusters: a maroon shirt and jeans, a yellow salwar kameez with a floral dupatta, a brown patterned shirt, barefoot on the stone. Magenta, pink, and yellow bushes filled the terraces among globe lamps; later she stood by clipped hedges and…
