Destination: McLeod Ganj, Dharamshala, Himachal Pradesh
I’ve always found some places like paint palettes. Contrasting hues of vivid lives, stories, memories and symbolisms blending together to create a uniquely beautiful something. Something that I’m unable to precisely define, is there any word for a living, breathing place? But we are all human in the end, for the intricacies of the place start falling away as the clock carries on. We go back, unpack, get back to work, pay the bills, and as we start losing track of sleep and time, the place starts fading away little by little. Until an insignificant weekend, when you stumble across the forgotten pictures and try remembering the bits that stayed. More often than not, these bits sing a single hue. And these hues are the ones that will define the place for you, in all the coming years.