The brief was a nayika-bheda mood of pure anticipation: Vasakasajja, the heroine who adorns herself and dresses her bower for a beloved who is expected tonight. We took it to Bundi because the school is the master of the lush garden terrace — cypresses, lotus water, a cusped-arch pavilion — and that setting gives the waiting somewhere beautiful to happen. So the nayika sits on her flower-strewn bed laying a rose garland, a maid holding a mirror at her side and an attendant stringing more garlands below, the whole terrace turned toward an arrival that has not yet come. The malachite garden and marble terrace keep it cool and expectant; the red ghagra and pink roses are the warm, hopeful notes. We let the garden breathe behind her so the mood is longing, not clutter.