As my tryst with the potpourri of culture and chaos – McLeodganj was coming to an end, did nothing at all except laze around n pile on calories ! Captured photos of the elusive hawks. Just spent time chilling all by myself on the terrace café with a book in hand. This being my last day in McLeod, I wanted it to be me and my thoughts . It is surprising how you feel a twinge of melancholy , nothing but wayfarers and yet an unsaid bond develops. Not with the people or place but mores o with a familiarity of surroundings! Humans have a profanity to embrace familiarity and settle into a comfort zone. Before I got too comfy and being complacent, I decided on my next destination – an unplanned short sojourn to the tea capital of North !