An Evening in Samsara
An Evening in Samsara. I proudly claim that I am a Buddhist. I never realized that I was pretty wrong on my claim until one fine evening. April 21 2018 was a Saturday. As I entered the gates of Memorial Chorten to get a dose of mental peace, I passed by neatly dressed men and women. The last rays of the setting sun was falling on the upper part of the Chorten. Spring was already in the air. I could hear peaceful bells from the Mani-Dungkhors. Flowers: pink and red were in full bloom. An old Gomchen was burning dried juniper leaves in an old clay pot. The juniper smell filled the evening air. Drops of water was dripping down the vase off beautiful dakini statue. A flock of pigeons were going late to the nest that day as they were busy pecking the last grains scattered by some kindhearted humans that day. I joined scores of fellow humans in going round and round the Chorten. Chanting of mani and prayers filled the evening air. After doing about 60 rounds, I to