A Rainy Day in Mcleodganj
In its ruggedness lies its simplicity and in this simplicity lies its essence. An essence that people probably don't understand. The so called hippy idea, the stereotypical one, associated with Himachal is in fact all that they actually get. Understanding nothing, of what, it actually is, or anything of whatever it ought to be. I pity the people lost in their petty worlds. Understanding nothing of what their world is and what they are looking for. The posh crowd in their fancy clothes wants everything yet knows nothing of their needs. This nothingness is just so suffocating that I fail to understand how someone could be so platonic. I was not prepared, yet I write. I don't have any right to, yet I do. This nothingness is just so killing. I feel so helpless, yet such is life - for I know, all the light of Shiva and the wisdom of Buddha are in vain - none are actually going to change. If such is freedom, I don't want it. So, yes, yet again, I am a rebel and a loner