In all these centuries, in all its reincarnations, Dharamsala, or the Pilgrims Rest House, has unfailingly lived up to its name, welcoming tired travellers in search of spiritual bliss providing a brief, noisy, colourful, hectic respite before the snow-clad Dhauladhar Range beckoned them onwards.
It was the pilgrims' last temptation a final backward glance at all the pleasures they would forgo for the hard climb ahead. But somewhere along the way, in less than 40 years, it has reinvented itself from halting station to destination this is the end of the journey.