The brief was the tiffin run — the morning relay that carries home-cooked lunches across an Indian city — fitted to the shrine-cloth idiom without literal modern clutter. So the Goddess keeps the central seat on her cockerel but holds stacked tiffin tins in her raised hands instead of weapons, because a hot home lunch carried to a working family is its own small daily blessing. The tins are drawn as plain stacked cylinders, kin to ritual vessels; the bicycles become flat two-wheel silhouettes; the city wall becomes a band of woodblock brick. Around her the relay runs in panels — women handing tiffins at doorways, carriers loading cycles, a family finally sharing the meal. The dabbawala system is one of India's quiet wonders of trust and care, and the Vaghri cloth has always honoured the labour that feeds a household. Madder red, iron-black, cream, nothing more.