When i reached Dharamshala there were fewer residents willing to enroll in a pathshala. Pathshala that is not mandatory for them given their daily encounter that has a rational semblance. Here the residents venture out to deal with vendors of all sizeable scale; those destined to operate from subzi mandi have a narrative on apple and the dwindling wail. On two occasions i went to seek apple of confidence; the price quoted for the one with shine and bloated was no less than 40 and in some cases going all the way to 50 a piece. Apples in the 40-50 shows one can't be witty and the cyber cafe too for hourly use begins at 30 cruise.
The food joints are fewer and most decked with reasonable fare. The first point of stay was in Gurdwara road where the Sardarji who commuted in a scooter was out and out pure. Hinted to him the trajectory of national capital stay and those with raging temerity and from his look i could make out that he believed my story had a ring of surety. Coming to the tea spectacle and those indulging in babble, the tea comes for six and here the conversation is all about the rains and how we can get rain-deficit fix.
Why rains aren't happening some bother to pose with none having any clue that could look close. Could rain-deficit be a thing of the past is hard to tell, as time has come to wind up blog as i have cash to out shell.
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