A home in Dharamsala, A Hotel in the mountains, a Restaurant on the way side, while you make a journey..you break your travel for a meal, which lasts for more than an hour because, you get caught up in a chat over a painting on the wall.
The brush, the camera lens are both adept at capturing moments in history, the passing of seasons, snow n sunshine, Tibet in its ancient dilemma of surviving the chill, as the urban winds of change arrive on the doorstep of old forgotten homes.
Yes, travel must always..like the brush and the camera lens, capture the heart n spirit of the people you meet on the way, their problems, their traditions, their cuisine and if you are lucky, you might get to share the hospitality and warmth of their home..!
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