Monday, April 28, 2014

McleodGanj Diaries 5

Signs of civilization amongst the wilderness, a house wait for its inhabitants and fields of grass wait for the grazers.  

Sunday, April 27, 2014

McleodGanj Diaries 4

Down the hill, a city came up, out of nowhere, surrounded by the wilderness of pines.

McleodGanj Diaries 3

The Flags fluttered on the trees, in oblique angles. Someone was there, someone did it before me. Now, I have to do it, in spite of all ‘no’s’. The hope flies in the wind of determination.

Buddhist Prayer Flags along the Triund Trekking Route overlooking Dharamkot and Bhagsunag. 

Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Mcleodganj Diaries 2

Now, I am here, above all, beginning an adventure whose end wasn’t foretold. They say it is easy, as a day’s walk. But ask an overweight city-slicker, he’ll tell, the taunts he overheard, and the non-expectations from others. But he went on (with some help of course).

A view of terrace fields and village of Dharamkot.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

Mcleodganj Diaries 1

As the crow flies, so the journey begins: Yet again from the plains, to serene mountains. To a place I’ve been before. It was calling me again. To test and to know. Here, I start my journey.

A view of Dharamshala from McleodGanj