It is 6:00 a.m. The tranquil lake beyond the balcony at Lake View Guest House at the University of Hyderabad is basking lazily in the mist of the early morning and awaiting patiently the sun's first rays.The sun rises and the lake is tranquil still. It is silver.
When the sun starts its westward motion and reaches a crescendo in between sometime, the lake will display its shimmering bluish water flowing in a unidirectional pattern, a slow, gentle motion giving it a certain rhythm, I know. I look around the green of the earth, the tree branches hung up in the sky, beautiful criss crossing habitation of the peaceful co-existence of varieties. One of these is Gulmohur, tall, giant, its leaves fall down covering the balcony as if they like decorating it. It is a like a meditation, a prayer watching even one of these leaves fall. They fall down happily, defiantly, for the bridal decoration of the earth. The lake bank invites me. I am greedy, but defer going to another time. The architecture of the guest house is in a meandering pattern, not seen ever, really, believe me. It is not the relatively straightforward way of buildings as is usual. Walking through the zig-zag corridors, the rooms are situated at the angles between these. The balcony offers complete privacy being separated in a zig zag way too, and the more wonderful thing is that beyond the balcony, no concrete, just the plain old woods and the lake lending a soft touch to the otherwise rough, wooden landscape. Even the room windows open outside to the lake and the first rays of sunlight come streaming and knocking inside to wake up and remind me of the lake calling. I admire and let the architect remain unknown. After all, this building itself makes him/her known.I quickly look for Howard Roark's Monadnock Valley in The Fountainhead.
It was the hills, this is the plain, though small hills are seen spread beyond the lake. Amazing how the plains now look transformed into hills, its architect in the form of Nature and a Human!!
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