Imagine the deafening blast of a pneumatic horn. Or, the grimace inducing racket of an autorickshaw. Or even, the shrill calls of a roadside vendor. And trust us; you’ll just have to imagine them. That’s because, at Prestige Oasis, you won’t hear them at all. Built over 33 acres of prime real estate, the 182 villas of Prestige Oasis are like a Haiku (a Japanese 3-line poem about nature): a small island of prettiness in which you can imagine the beauty of life; a promise to be the silence of sanity in an insane world.