No Name, Dharamshala.

 “It was in the year of 1999 when I decided to escape to India. I was only around 12 or 13 years old. It took me 2 months to reach McLeod Ganj.”

“Here, if you came to Tibet, then everything is free. I mean schooling. So, luckily, I have some where to go. I was sent to TCV Suja.”

“The first three months in school was the most difficult time in my life so far. I was very new to everything. I cried a lot. I was sick as well as home sick. Masala was not my style at all. I lost weight. I asked school authorities to send me back to Tibet. I told them that I miss my family. But they didn’t. They said it is so risky. I even had a bad plan of jumping from the roof and break my leg so that the school authorities will send me to my family but I couldn’t jump at all. Ha ha ha ha. And I am glad that I didn’t jump.”

“Later on, I started adapting to my life in school. I loved being in school. While I was in school, i hated the holidays as I have no one and no where to go. It was like a hammer which hits me so hard and makes me home sick. For straight 9 years, I didn’t step out from my school. Finally when I was in the 9th grade, my travel mate from Tibet came to see me and he took me on a holiday. And I will never forget that day in my life.” 

“When was the last time when I saw my family? Ohhhh…. Ahhh… Maybe around 16 years. Sobs.. Sobs.” 

“I heard that My father passed aways and my mother is still alive. I do have her contact number and I do call her often.”

“She always cries and ask my why I left her. In return I always answers that I am in good hands.I am near Dalai Lama and now I am working in CTA (central Tibetan administration). It reliefs her a lot.”

“Maybe this is our fate but since you are near HH the Dalai Lama, I am not worried. So, don’t waste your time and serve him with your pure heart” is the advice she always gives me.