Fridays are usually frenetic with crowded inboxes, crammed calls, caffeine on the hour. But this past Friday, I craved a different kind of rhythm. Something slow. Something silent. Something that wouldn’t rush to fill my mind, but gently allow it to breathe. So I walked into DAG at Windsor Place, a quiet enclave on Janpath, just before 7 PM. The reason for my visit: A Treasury of Life: Indian Company Paintings c. 1790–1835. The gallery was dimly lit with intent; focused beams spotlighting each painting, leaving shadows in all the right places. A hush filled the room. Not silence exactly, but the kind of quiet that art knows how to command.…