Once, as a child, my parents left me with my grandparents while they went for a movie to the next village. They said I wouldn’t be able to walk back home in the night. So I broke the family water pot. Continue reading →

A fly sat on a crumb of cow dung being carried away by the rainwater flowing down the street. The streamlet took it to the end of the village where a stupa stood. The streamlet then went around the holy structure Continue reading →

Protests, hunger strikes, and the 14th floor of Oberoi, Tenzin Tsundue’s freedom struggle has reached new heights Continue reading →

Ask me where I’m from and I won’t have an answer. I feel I never really belonged anywhere. Never really had a home. I was born in Manali, Continue reading →