Photo Credits : Abhyudai Tripathi
Location : Whitefield, Bangalore
It was all chaos. Her world was falling apart. She blindly climbed the flight of stairs and reached the apartment. Standing in front of the french window, she examined the massive expanse of the land that lay before her. Barren and empty like her own internal state of being. This was the site where she had been assigned to plan and build the entire settlement.
Hours passed, but she had barely scribbled on the sheets. No sketches, no designs. Not even a rough idea of what the development would look like. Like every other time,even though her spirit was tired, she knew, she had to be able to execute this thoroughly. A few deep, but constricted breaths and she felt her heart being projected out like a blank canvas, on which she began building.
Scores and scores of trees filled the place. Even with her eyes closed and her imagination flowing, she could feel the pain of being lost amidst what looked like a dense dark forest. Fear, agony and desperation against the hope of finding some peace! As she tried to run away, she found herself trapped in the woods, like a bordering wall. It was at this moment, she realized, that the trick was to center in rather than spread out. Tuning into her personal space, she closed her eyes and attempted to collect herself.
Beginning with a simple linear pattern, she placed the creamy apartments in parallel rows. It was like taking baby steps to move into the base. Gradually with each step forward, she sketched the first circumference, in the comforting shadows of her beating heart. Two concentric settlements of whites and she almost touched her core. Planting a careful mix of greens around, she placed a rose colored block - pale looking from the obvious encounter with the pain at the center of her heart. Once she did this, there was no stopping her.
Rhythmic repeats appeared at the pavilions and facades. Clear elements, details, sections and segments sprang up. Doorways were drawn and windows were filled in squares of black.
Neat, clean and planned. It felt safe. It all seemed okay. The chaos made sense. The despair wasn't as hopeless - As they had all provoked her into finding that unshakable place that existed, in the deepest recesses of her heart.
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