Had nothing to write about since my trip to Gaya, held it in my heart I guess - Gaya.


Until today I rolled down the hill - steep walk for about 20 minutes to bring me from the small village am staying in (Dhammakot) to Dalai Lama’s palace in McLeod Ganj. He was teaching there today, saw him, heard him, and chanted with him. He was surrounded by monks in robes, Tibetans young and old. I also met my old self there, from many years back, sitting in the same setting when I didn’t know Tibetan texts, didn’t know their mantras, and did not know myself much. Meditating in much the same way, without the ritual.

Once at Potala Palace, I obeyed rules! Did not even carry camera and mobile, as requested, left it in a pen stand in a nearby café and picked it on my way back – did not get to see the owner of the café but knew from previous experience that you can just leave things there…

Am going to stay put here, not going to travel any further whole of this week. Locals are just awesome and I think I think am safe in a single room hanging out on to the valley overlooking a jungle :D

Donated to monks (old wish, had been hoping for such an opportunity and felt lucky). Bought some CDs I could find earlier, will be joining group sittings twice daily and practice Yoga whole of this week, as the rest burst crackers and pollute the air.

(Away)