The Fuschia Tree
Editor's Note.
We coincide with people and events all the time--wonder at its impossibility, marvel at its luck or blame it intelligent design--but it is when we bump into ourselves, some previous character or moment that wisps by us like a hand on a street or a fleck of dust, that we stop. We stop to remember, before it rolls away. We hold our breath because, not knowing what it is made of, we don't want it to set sail again, just yet. Human life is made up of a series of these encounters, what Rushdie calls, in A Ground Beneath Her Feet, a "bouncey-castle sequence of bumpings-into and tumbling apart".
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By Simone Dinshaw, Issue 22, Coincidence: Fortune's Strange Math.
Children form worlds out of lego bricks - putting them together, taking them apart, and remodeling them into previously unimagined permutations. Architects Madhav Raman and Vaibhav Dimri do something similar, creating larger than life anagrams that the rest of us can inhabit. Each brings their own unique creative genius to the blueprint, so that when their ideas criss-cross on paper, something awe-inspiring happens. As their designs move from studio to site, brick walls undulate like ocean waves, steel bends and twirls into the delicate fractals of a 'tree of dreams' and large stones usher in light rather than blocking it out. The common denominator across all their projects--as in the conversation that follows--is an underlying sense of playfulness, as they arrange and rearrange materials and the elements to create spaces that cause us to pause, reflect, and create anagrams of our own.  

Also in this issue

Illusion: Seeing Beyond Seeing
Meaning: In Search of Significance.
Melody: A Different Tune
Rhythm: Ordering Time

Dhrupadi Ghosh is an old friend of mine. We have often had long sessions of adda late at night, discussing her dream projects since her college days at Santiniketan, where she majored in Sculpture.