The brief was to paint the morning market doing what it always does in an Odisha monsoon: carrying on. The real translation problem was the rain, so we gave it as flat slanting lamp-black lines across the whole field and let the sagging indigo and hingula tarpaulins read as two simple colour panels rather than wet folds. One seller behind her heaped baskets, one shopper with an umbrella, and a boy wading the flooded gutter below were enough — any more and the rain would lose its hold. The paper boat and the spouting drain at the bottom are the small true details that tell you it has been raining for hours.