There is something extraordinary about the old buildings the appeals to me. A tall-old structure made of wood and concrete, covered with red rusty paint, broken windows, leaking water pipes, staircases running to the rooftop, old doors, untouched corridors and ignored appearance. The building calls me with an untold story.
The lifecycle of a building is so much similar to that of human life cycle. The to be born building well planned in advance after examining all the financial implications. The new born then fed well and looked after so that the foundation is strong. It blossoms like a young beautiful woman after it’s painted well. A bit of adjustments required, pinch of compromises on the interior – a clear comparison with life after marriage. And before you realize, it turn old. The new buildings appear around it . . . younger , taller and much stronger. The attention is taken away and it is either left alone or disposed off to give space for other projects. Some lucky ones are taken care of by their loved ones until they become quite and lose their human spirit.
The lifecycle of a building is so much similar to that of human life cycle. The to be born building well planned in advance after examining all the financial implications. The new born then fed well and looked after so that the foundation is strong. It blossoms like a young beautiful woman after it’s painted well. A bit of adjustments required, pinch of compromises on the interior – a clear comparison with life after marriage. And before you realize, it turn old. The new buildings appear around it . . . younger , taller and much stronger. The attention is taken away and it is either left alone or disposed off to give space for other projects. Some lucky ones are taken care of by their loved ones until they become quite and lose their human spirit.
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