Mukta in Sarangpur

One of the first designs I ever drew — the start of what's become a deep love for Sarangpur Mandir. Sarangpur after the day softens: the domes glowing pale against a deep evening sky, birds heading home, and a sprig of mogrā leaning into the frame so you can almost catch its scent. The mogrā is a quiet note to Maharaj himself — his favorite flower, and a nod to the time he resided here in Sarangpur. This is the campus at rest, that hush between artis when everything stills and the white stone holds the last of the light. For anyone who's felt that particular peace settle over Sarangpur at dusk.