So, let’s start with the place, the whole place. Not as it is now, nor as it was, but as it is reflected in literature.
Dharamshala seems to be getting crowded these days. Earlier, the only crowd was the white crowd of the British Raj. But they left when the empire folded up.
The revival of Lhamo (Tibetan opera) in exile Tibetan society, and a history of the Tibetan Institute of Performing Arts.
When it rains in Dharamsala / raindrops wear boxing gloves, / thousands of them come crashing down