#3: Notes From Dalhousie
[ #1 : Notes From Dalhousie ] [ #2 : Notes From Dalhousie ] Just when we finished the turn near Bunny's Fast Food, arrives what is the Subash Chowk and up that we go from there is to that Church. A couple of months or more, the stay of Netaji in Dalhousie when according to history he also suffered from TB, bagged this chowk a name after him. St. Francis's Church. We began to climb venturing into the animals and birds of little kinds on the sides. The shop of candles and toys, and the eventual slim path to the Church. Churches have been a childhood fantasy for the reason that they were built in a different way and looked different. Like castle? The sound ambience of the Church tends to draw you towards its focus. And the designs leave you in utter awe. All the time. The Lancet Windows. The Gothic Arches. The Holy Cross. The Silence. We may write the wishes in the papers lying there and put them in the jar for they may come true upon praying. "Get me a cycle this