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by Saurav Kumar
Jun 30, 2024
He saw the building daily; it reminded him of dead dreams—his and those of others. To see his office building was to accept defeat. It wasn’t any uglier than thousands others in Chennai, but it was the only one he had had to suffer every day for the past twenty years. Great architecture can inspire, they say. What message then did the Branch Office No. 8 of Naya Bharat Insurance Company proclaim? To him, it spoke in only one tongue: despair. Its dirty brown paint gave it an unfinished look,
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