4:38 AM
Nevin
// This is my 8th attempt at writing this
article. I’ve found it incredibly tough to convey what exactly happened in that
night at Dharamsala. The language used throughout the post is raw and most of
the times offensive. Either have an open heart to accept what reality is or
quit reading.
It is not entirely surprising that an year after that cold
and humid May evening at McLeod Ganj (Dharamsala), that I remember the brief
yet inspiring conversation with Australian documentary film maker and theatre
artist Mark (who never gave away his surname either assuming he was already
famous or too scared that we’d google out
and find the truth), as if it were yesterday.
My initial fascination for the bald guy had a lot to do with
his girl friend....
