The brief was to fit an old-city pol house — the dense, carved courtyard homes of Ahmedabad — into the flat shrine-cloth idiom, which refuses perspective. So the facade is drawn as a symmetrical flattened elevation: a carved wooden balcony with turned balusters bands the upper storey, figures lean from the windows, and the courtyard opens below where two women sit on a hanging jhula with a child between them, beside a well ringed with pecking birds and a potted tulsi. The architecture itself becomes the cloth's frame, the way a temple arch frames a goddess. Mata ni Pachedi has always ringed the Mother with community life, and a pol courtyard is where that life actually happens — the swing, the well, the cooking, the chatter from the balcony — so the household stands in for the shrine's surround. Panels of grinding, sweeping, cooking and eating ring it, and a floral border closes it. Madder red, iron-black, cream, nothing more.