there is nothing like standing amidst rock gardens made in solitude by a self taught artist and a planned city designed by le corbusier to make my heart swell with joy and glee. i dont know what it is about concrete and modernist architecture but it just makes me feel good. maybe it was also the palm trees and a short break from the cold.
this city is a mystery, a paradox in this context. its altogether extremely clean and well organized and feels very little like the rest of what i've grown to love about india. i crossed the street at a cross walk. strange.
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