‘It is difficult to remember Doshi with any sadness. He had such a wonderful sense of life. Two months ago before Doshi died, Doshi would invite me to his place and both of them would sit in the garden. Though he was very weak, we would spend about half an hour in the garden.

One day I remember, a leaf fell from the tree ..and as it was falling, it was twirling…and fell on the grass..And Doshi said something, very very unexpected..’Can we sense, what the leaf might have been feeling about the two of us sitting here? What might be the leaf’s perception of us? And that ability to transport himself into other beings was something that helped him absorb life and make his architecture such that, it could take place in such vigour, but it also allowed him to make institutions like CEPT.’