Dharamshala, to me will always be full of fond memories. We arrived on a March afternoon, while the clouds hung low and the farway mountains were capped with snow. It wasn't the winding roads, it wasn't the smiles of strangers I passed before we got there, I couldn't place what it really was. There was a mystery that tugged at me, the trees had stories to tell and I, had alot of unwinding to do. Some journeys need to be finished so that we ready ourselves for the newer roads. Dharamshala has been one such journey. On our first day we made friends and it felt as if we had known each other since years. Conversations brewed over steaming cups of Hot chocolate which I happily gulped as the evening gave way to a starry night. Every night we would sit in our balcony and look at the stars that shone brighter than I'd ever imagined. To me, that's the magic of the universe. We walked up and down winding roads(deliberately discarding the use of GPS) often found ourselves lost, discovering places we would have otherwise never stumbled upon. The walking would make us famished and every little cafe we discovered served some really delicious wood oven pizzas, chowmein and tea. It was all very welcome in the slight drizzles that only encouraged our days there. I have never felt as much at peace as I have when I sat in silence on the rocks. My secrets are with the pine trees that promised to keep them safe until I return with new stories. There are things that we leave behind and let go as we travel and there are those that we often carry with us in our mind and memories laughter, eyes that shine with wisdom, smiles of the himachali kids, friendships are few of the many things that will stay with me.