t was in the seventies that I shifted base from a bustling metropolis to Bhubaneswar. I saw a city with vast tracts of greenery, a number of parks and a string of temples. It was a quiet city with character, unspoilt by ugly architecture, traffic snarls or sheer numbers. Along with Jamshedpur and Chandigarh, Bhubaneswar was one of modern India’s planned cities. It was designed by German architect Otto Konigsberger in 1946 to house a State capital.
I sensed serenity about the place where roads were meant for walking, occasional cars flitting by and two-wheelers zipping past carrying people to work and other pursuits. However warm the days, the mornings and evenings ushered in soul-soothing breeze. Winters made the city quite idyllic with, and walkers took to parks and unfrequented paths.