Thoughts are like wind, they come and go. But at times, the air gets
still and the thoughts build up. Especially for an Architect, who has the right
side of the brain working overtime.
Shedding those thoughts as letters and words over a piece of paper would
let oneself track the sequence and feel the connection that could best comfort an
introverted mind. This connection between the mind and the paper is holy and a place
as simple as a balcony niche could become a sacred place.
By definition, Architecture is the visual art of building space. But by
instinct, Academic years brought about a mixture of Psychology, Communication,
Teamwork, Visualisation, Critical thinking and Expression that had professional
Architectural nomenclature covering the surface. The essence of these was
simple- Thoughts.
Thought process got accelerated and
curiosity heightened. Tonnes of questions broke through the skull but couldn’t find
the right medium to which they could land on. There came the savoir- Ink and
Paper.
The first place I ever built- The sacred place where ink, paper and
thoughts were the only users.
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