Sometimes I wonder how much for granted do we take happiness in life, whereas it might be the result of a so long hard struggle of our parents, culture, society we live in.
Something new — namely, traffic jams — has come to a place better known for its meditation retreats and photogenic clusters of strolling monks.
Some would say our discovery of McLeod Ganj was an accident, but it was synchronicity: One woman’s spiritual experience of travel and volunteering.
While others could read the sense of insult and desperation on the poor Tibetan’s face, I was amazed by the sense of his national pride as a Tibetan.
“They are all treating this sacred and beautiful place like a toilet!”