Dharamsala

Dharamsala, Oh, why do I love Dharamsala?
Can I go again?

You probably shouldnt ask me. You probabaly shouldn't ask me if you dont want to get bored listening to thousand things beautiful and million things mediocre-ly beautiful, if you dont want to feel jealous, if you dont want to leave your cities, if you dont want to curse the choices you made in your life.

But here we go.

When its sunny, its warm.
When its too sunny, cool breeze from Bhagsu river soothes you
When it rains, you have an elephant peeing on your roof.
When its drizzling, there is a rainbow and the fog mixes with the droplets and you are in heaven.

Can I go again?

I will leave the sunst and spare you the deepest torture.

So where was I? Yes, Goldfish was saying something.

And as i write/speak to you about Dharamsala, there is dramnyen* music surrounding me while i continue you about my home.

Oh yes, Dharamsala is irresistable, not like your woman's perfume or your mum's parantha, or even your Sunday sleep. It makes you at home, incense on the road, monkeys stealing chana packet from my kitchen and swimming in freezing cold river pools.

I smile, I can not continue. Its unbelievable for someone who is in Dharamsala not more than a year.
What will you do?

Have you ever seen baby monkeys riding on their mother's back and remind you of pure affection and the ideal way of life?




dramnyen* - tibetan guitar