With its gleaming white marble floor, minimalist decor and crew of white-gloved waiters bearing trays of lemontea, the sales office at Lodha Fiorenza looks more like a plush salon than something makeshift on a construction site where a tall crane stands next to half-finished towers.
Sipping lemon-ginger tea on the cushions of our house's rooftop pavilion, I watch the first light spangle the leaves of the poplars along the village's irrigation stream, see lambs herded into a small willow-walled corral, a woman in a black robe and orange head scarf testing her lower back after filling her buckets.