This fourth volume leans into rough-edged home recordings where the walls of the room are part of the arrangement. Harmonium breathes under close, slightly out-of-tune vocals, and tabla-adjacent percussion sits low and unpolished, as if captured on the first take. Hindi indie songwriting meets ghazal phrasing and sufi repetition, so the mood stays weighed down and restless rather than devotional. Acoustic guitar sounds fingers on wood, and occasional tape saturation smears the top end. Qawwali-derived clapping and hand drums appear in fragments, never fully resolving into celebration. The overall climate is skeptical and inward, suited to late nights when polished production feels like a lie. Treat it as a collection of unfinished sketches, each one more candid than the last.