A Window No Doors

It is always nice to see familiar faces at unfamiliar places. Yesterday, under the raging skies, I met my friend at the McLeodganj market and together we walked towards the Norling cafe (featured on Highway on My Plate). From the soles of our feet to our ankles, we   were drenched, and as a result, cold. What else could have been better than a cup of tea then! To stop the rain, we began to chatter about. I had fallen in love with the place, I told my friend how the people in Dharamshala were so lovely and kind, that how I tried my Tibetan introductory vocabulary on a Tibetan Street vendor in a meek voice which had been caught by a school boy's ears. The boy had looked up at me and gave a huge smile while nodding and appreciating it, "Yes! You are right! It is thugchiche ". I blushed and walked off, having more confidence than before on talking with strangers.   The only disap pointment at Dharamshala would be the noisy cars on narrow roads, making it difficult to w...

My train has stopped at an unknown place and it is 4:24 am,  as I look out of the window,  far over there there's a house and I can see the light of the bulb.  I have drowned myself in music in the middle of the snores,  trying too hard to sleep but my mind keeps running away from it,  like the train is moving north, taking me far from home.  Two hours away my station awaits while my thoughts are whiling away the time,  the train is making it stops at stations I don't know, taking in people I don't know, and running away with them..... Away I go, away we all go... Tonight I was thinking of home and tomorrow where i'll go.  One thing is for sure, there's a never a perfect place to be, but you'll miss something when you look for perfection because we are so obsessed,  so attached with an emotional bond. We love and hate and love to hate and hate to love.  Everything is meant to grow.  Me and you. All of us!  And I am goin...