One year had passed since the walls of the Haveli first echoed with the tiny, sharp cries of Anvika Singh Rathore. In that twelve month journey, the grand haveli had completely transformed, its rhythm now dictated by the joyful, chaotic energy of a growing child.

In the master bedroom, the bright morning sun cast long, warm bars of gold across the teak floor. Little Anvika was no longer a delicate, swaddled newborn. At one year old, she was a tiny, unstoppable force of nature.