Set across acres of open farmland on the quiet edge of Bilaspur, this cream and blue farmhouse announces itself with a carved wooden door, a guard of date palms and a lawn that simply keeps unrolling. The city falls away about half an hour behind you, and what replaces it is birdsong, wide sky and the particular hush that only real space can give.

Inside, one grand hall holds the entire gathering. Crystal chandeliers hang above deep teal sofa sets, fans turn slowly overhead, and a wall of hand-painted decorative plates gives the room its personality. A large screen and a music system stand ready for film nights, while the long dining table at the far end fills easily with twelve. It is the kind of room where breakfast quietly turns into lunch.