Speaking Dogri is like homecoming. The richness, sweet crescendo, pitch, rhythm is so expressive and harmonious. Since Jammu is, now of course, like a melting Pot, with Dogri somehow being diluted into a hotch-potch of a multilingual composite. We must never lose the sweet sound of this beautiful language. In the rapid transformation and new climate and generation. It should never be like gone with the wind. I must take pride that I can beat a good many by my puritanical, authentic accent in Dogri. Dear friends, tease me, hey buddy, how come somebody who looks like a specimen from Goa is really a cultural bonanza. Sorry buddy, check it out, I am an authentic son of the soil. I speak Dogri and I love it.