Escaping Home
I woke up in the middle of the night. The sound of Dhomsey’s deep barks had taken me from such a wonderful dream. An escape. Dhomsey never barks, so I slowly got… Continue reading
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Up In The Sky: Flying on an Identification Certificate (IC)
(Guest post by Tsiphu* [pseudonym]. In this story, a second generation Tibetan refugee from India recounts her experience of traveling abroad on Identity Certificate (IC). IC is a travel document that the Indian… Continue reading
How I Mastered the Gyumang in One Day
Hi LD world! It’s been a while since my last post and a lot has happened since then – but one of the most exhilarating things happened to me recently…. I got a chance… Continue reading
Face To Face With The Dalai Lama
“The Dalai Lama is having a public audience.” These were the first words I heard upon arrival to McLeod Ganj, India, exile home of His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama. The… Continue reading
Lhakar on the Hill
*Guest post by the Interns of the 2014 Parliamentary Friends of Tibet Internship Program* This year the Parliamentary Friends of Tibet (PFT) Internship program saw four new Tibetan interns. It started on May… Continue reading
4 Rivers 6 Ranges
*Guest post by Olo Bayul, rapper and writer based in Boston* Chushi Gangdruk (4 Rivers 6 Ranges) was a voluntary resistance army comprised mainly of Tibetans from the Kham region of Tibet. With… Continue reading
Moving Past the Shaming Effect (A Response to Rinchen Dolma’s Post)
After reading Rinchen Dolma la’s post I felt more relaxed, like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. Hearing her talk about her experiences did something for me that is usually acquired in… Continue reading
The Struggle : I make no apologies for my Tib-lish
Collage I made on 13-03-2014 I see you, I do. so clear it hurts to hear you your words they… Continue reading
My Summer at TCV
[Guest post by Lobsang Wangkhang] Months prior to my departure, my older cousin Rignam gestures to his hand and says “THIS SUMMER, THIS WILL BE YOUR SPOON, THIS WILL BE YOUR FORK, THIS… Continue reading
braid
I often told myself stories of her. I took the scraps of memories my father would share and I would collect them, secretly. Slowly, she became almost real to me as I assembled… Continue reading