Page after page, Dr. Kumaraswamy’s pages revealed gentle instructions: where to favor slow sun for reading nooks, how to make stairs that encourage conversation, and how to design a service core so it quietly breathes rather than loudly commands. Mira began to see the mill not as a hulking relic but as a collection of rooms longing for purpose — a childhood classroom that could become a makerspace, a loading bay that could bloom into a market hall, a high-ceilinged weaving shed that could cradle music and light.