The ‘A’ in Architecture

Coming from a developing country, The West has always been an amusing factor in my life. We all hear it. How America is developed. How it is full of beautiful, well planned buildings, straight and flawless roads and awe inspiring expanses. Believe me, it’s all true. Just before my flight landed into suburban Orlando, I saw from above, the beauty of America.

As an architecture student, I’ve been trained to observe the planning and depths of a space rather than its superficial beauty. And that depth is what I saw from hundreds of feet above Orlando. My eyes wildly tracked the smart planning of various locations as my heart beat wildly with awe. The roads, straight as an arrow were dotted with vehicles as the bright green trees softened the harsh effects of architecture. Houses with shingled roofs clustered around roads and lakes encompassing the vast fields inspired awe even in the roughest of hearts. Parking lots, multicolored by the cars parked in an organised manner formed a sort of unplanned harmony against the green around it. Everything was different from how it was back home. Very different.

And that’s when I realized that the ‘A‘ in Architecture represents the Awe it brings with it.