Under a canopy of stars, atop a mountain, our circle of aspiring architects, led by the visionary Ar. Amol Deshmukh, delved into the essence of our craft. This wasn’t just another study tour; it was a pilgrimage of the mind. As the cool night air mingled with our discussions, I realized architecture is not confined to the lines on blueprints. It’s an odyssey of creating lives, of shaping experiences. Amol Sir’s wisdom transformed my perspective. Buildings are more than structures; they are the silent custodians of human stories. This mountain, under the vast sky, was our classroom, and the universe whispered its secrets. Group discussions here went beyond academics; they were about dreams, aspirations, and the architect’s role in society. I never dreamt of such an experience, yet here I was, learning the art of life through architecture.
