The mere thought of attending a film festival in the abode of the Dalai Lama is enough to keep one hoping for a revival of our same old days of travel. The cherubic cheeks of healthful little tots prancing in courtyards shaded by green-gabled sloping roofs, flags of the red-yellow-blue family fluttering merrily in the backdrop of the sun and the mist doing a timeshare on the mountains, and the who&rsquos who of the parallel film space congregating high up in the hills with mufflers round their necks&mdashfor the past nine years, both cinema- and travel-lovers have kept their date with the Dharamshala International Film Festival.

