Maybe it was the lopsided smile of the old lady monk that I remember,
Maybe it was that little spiky haired boy, who did Kung Fu as if he was the next Karate Kid,
Maybe it was the bearded man, who sold chicken kebabs on the silent corner of the road,
Maybe it was the lonely old, experienced farmer, who still tries to get clean water after the cloud burst,
Maybe it was the otherwise bored cassette shop keeper, who sang the melodious local numbers,
Maybe it was the bunch of locals, who complained about the noisy tourists,
Maybe it was those small rocky houses on the countryside that I have never seen before,
Maybe it was the thrilling ride on the narrow, difficult road to the highest motor able pass in the world,
Maybe after climbing 100 stairs of Shanti (peace) Stupa did I get a peace of mind,
Maybe it was the lake as clear as the sky that captivated me,
Maybe it was the custom of sitting on the floor and eating,
Maybe it was walking within the city that made me feel lively in many years,
Maybe it was the monastery bells that chimed beautifully during the night and I needed no bedtime stories,
Maybe it was the Rocky Himalayan Mountains with snow capped peaks or the silent yet sharp breeze that made me energetic,
Maybe it was the everlasting blessing and happiness I received from that place,
Maybe in unconditional love you never find answers and that not finding the answer is the answer why I love Ladakh.
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