Within the bounds of one’s home, health is a value system. It is in the soup brewed with herbal garnishes, a hot cup of tea with ancestral decoctions (Kaadha) and the raised calls of a loved one when you walk out the door on a windy night, without a scarf. It is within this care of social communities and the knowledge that generations of ancestors above us partake in, where such a value system exists. But somehow, when this system broadens to the scale of a city, it is devoid of dialogue and tangibility. Homes become hospitals, people become patients, treatments are limited to syringes, tests or pills and all exchanges are about “Registration,” “Insurance,” and the inevitable, “The doctor will see you soon.” You move around from department to department, while a series of medical professionals follow a routine - Blood pressure - Heart beat - Temperature. Inquiries to the sound of “So what brings you in today?” The very same question you will hear repeatedly for the next 24 hours as you wait long hours navigating through the organizational hierarchy that healthcare is today. The institutional system of treatment restricts basic communal access and a programmatic approach to physical and mental well-being. It puts pressure on one central node, linearly within property, while manifesting the bias of the society it exists in. With a history of every urban system that is privy to segregation, ‘Healthcare within Property’ selectively caters to only a specific population, the rich. And Atlanta is no such exception.