“http://www.thehindu.com/todays-paper/tp-features/tp-sundaymagazine/showstopper/article5229833.ece“

As I sat on the cane chair next to the kitchen on a bright Sunday morning, this is one of the articles I read that completed my weekend. That is what my weekend ritual consisted of back then. I eagerly waited for a Sunday and the Sunday newspaper. The shear joy of getting up to a free day, enjoying the Sunday magazine section which always has more than just political news and eating a happy slow breakfast. The magazine section is full of musings of writers who romance their writings, there are the versions of simple organic thinking about books,life,food, places and all under the sun that makes one feel joyful and positive.

Coming back to the article, quite to my own surprise this is what the writing and the rustic picture put up by the author brought out in me.

These are the places that make a lump go down your throat. The earthiness, the crudeness of the place seems would roll away all the artificial stresses of life. The sheer simplicity and grandeur of the architecture and what it holds inspires you. It is the way you feel when you walk among the dew covered lushes on early mornings. The greatness and magic that nature sets in those hours gives you a spirit of a better life and a greater objective. The joy can be equated to being with the quintessential person who shares the same thoughts as you. Such a person who facilitates and joins your thinking and makes you feel closer to the life you should be living by just letting you be. Perhaps, these architectures reflect the same greatness and truth. May be they were made by the people who lived that way; closer to their heart and yet more closer to their minds.Working everyday to bring out the best of their understanding, trying to live the greatness each one of us is capable of. It is like the thirst of living more by the means of knowledge. Every moment then becomes magical and purposeful. The greatness of such architectures make you feel strong yet vulnerable.

They grant you power, at the same time leave you open for attack. For, it is not the unwise who feel miserable at the reality of life. It is the wise, who ponder and feel miserable.