SKYSCRAPERS
I have always loved skyscrapers.
I'm friends with an architect. He’s not a very exceptional
one, but he pours his heart and soul into whatever building is entrusted to
him. It's amazing watching him work. I have seen him poring over blueprints.
Watched him work with a builder to turn a rubble of brick and dust into a home.
One brick at a time, one window at a time, one door at a time. It may not be as
beautiful when I say it like that, but trust me, it is wonderful.
He works in a building as tall as a skyscraper and that's
where I grew to love them. They tower over all and sundry but at their very
core, they are just another aggregation of cement, sand and stone molded into
magnificence by the crafty hands of a builder who brought to life the
blueprints of an architect who saw magic where everyone else saw dust.
I have gone to the rooftop numerous times. It's the closest
you can get to the sky without boarding a plane. I've seen the sun peek out
from behind the clouds. Watched the birds glide effortlessly in the wind. I've
seen the thick clouds, watched the rain break away from them to drench the
earth. The technicolor rainbow as the sun peeked out on stormy days.
Looking down from that height is sometimes terrifying. I've
thought so many things up there. But there's one thought that has stayed with
me. We leave a part of us in everything we do. Whether it's something as small
as lifting a bag for someone, helping a child across a busy road, or something
as big as helping someone build a life, there's a part of us that stays with
them. If so, it then becomes important to not only be good, but to ensure that
we put in a bit of magic in the little-known bits of us that we share.
There is magic in laying down bricks that later become a
home. But first, the magic comes from the architect. From the time he pours
into his work, to the bits of his soul he gives into making a home. It all
starts with him. It's the same for us all. We are architects. All of us. And,
who knows? We might one day build skyscrapers. But it wouldn't be the height that would matter or keep it standing. It
is what would be at its core.
The_Raven
Interesting article. The strength of the architect lies in his imaginative capacity. We are all architects in one sense or the other, let's imagine rightly.
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