An Architect of thoughts

        It is tradition to celebrate Sundays and make the most out of it. Casual morning start only accelerates as the clock hands glide along the dial. The day kick starts and life is literally lived in that single day. City life is so. Energy gets built up as every day passes, only to get dumped over the weekend.         But when there is no energy to build up, there is vacuum. And all that enters vanishes into thin air.         What defines this energy? Is it about the activity or is it about the mind & its perception?         I would go with the latter. Even this still afternoon dullened by the gloomy weather, has the vibe flowing through the sounds of chilly breeze brushing through the trees. Petrichor , The smell of earth accompanying rain, fills the air and the birds that manage to fly through the cold North-East monsoon winds sit up and sing lullaby that puts the heart & soul at ease. There is

                      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