Dharamshala was my first independent travel destination.
Reaching here has never been an easy affair.
It is like a long tough trek which at the end is so satisfying.
A journey of soul nourishment, I would call.
Three years ago
While I was undergoing mental transformation on the basic idea of life. In that crazy storm constantly unsettled by the dichotomy of having something and not having something,
I had two choices- travel alone or don’t travel at all.
The second option that you think of is never an option.
A moment comes when you stop dreaming; start living and discover your destiny. I felt it this moment I had to risk my comfort for.
All I knew then is who I do not want to become. I knew what bothered me, but couldn’t realize what comforted me. So I let the uncertainty have a good run in my life.
It is here in Dharamshala that I began coming to terms with my existence.
Reaching Dharamshala is not easy this time too. But a good friend [later bro for life] sorted it for me.
It was this guy, Ranbir – who made my second visit a memorable one. From Palampur, we were literally hopping on and off, sprinting with little available transport in the full moon. He is a musician[guitar lead] by choice, born in Dharamshala working his way to be heard in Mumbai. He was going home after performing at Kullu Dassera. Homecoming after two years.
“we had a good time”, would be an understatement for the time I spent with him and his childhood friends. Like I said earlier, he got everything sorted for me – dinner, stay and thoughts.
Next day morning
The place was heavenly and had a classic, familiar appeal. Always gravitational towards purity and love wishing each other with a smile. That is how I remember this place in my memory.
This time, there is no hustle bustle, the atmosphere has changed.
I was comparing with the past so much that I didn’t realize that this is what I was looking for: a peaceful getaway.
We always see what we are denied, not what we are blessed with.
I became a regular rip van winkle that moment [sigh]
The place reminded me how young and different I was, not embarrassed with my attempts.
I got a room at very low cost in lower Dharamkot with awesome great view of day and night.
Weather did all the magic needed.
Reaching the base-point for Triund trek gave me wolverinesque goose bumps.
My thoughts were all painted with nostalgia of my last visit
The French student group
the wild goats on trek
the stoner couple
American mother and daughter in the next room
Michael – birdwatching guy
the hour spent on triund peak and hours spent on the trek.
Also, this special friend at naddi valley.
I did nothing exciting this time on an accountable scale. Just laid back and watch the world go by. Which is not what I wanted to do, but liked it as time goes by.
I am sure that these moments: contemporary at present would become timeless.,
Like I had carried a part of Dharamshala in me, dharamshala had a little of me in it.
What began as temporary handshake with this place is turning into a firm embrace.
Why visit the same place? my people ask.
This kind of gravity cannot be explained is my answer in silence.
***All photos captured in Iphone 5s