“My mother showed her gratitude for her life in exile by alluding to India’s modernity: the expansive railway network; the Bollywood movies she came to love for their tumultuous stories which ultimately conceded to the cardinal guidelines she held in… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Copy Share
“I have lived my life defined as a refugee in Nepal and India, a resident alien and immigrant in the United States. At last,… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Copy Share Image
“My mother showed her gratitude for her life in exile by alluding to India’s modernity: the expansive railway network; the Bollywood movies she came to love for their tumultuous stories which ultimately conceded to the cardinal guidelines she held in her own life- love, family and duty. Still, it was Tibet’s antiquity that anchored her in exile. It was phayul… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Copy Share
“Home, to me, was any place by my mother’s side. Since my mother’s death, the idea of home has assumed many forms. I use the word loosely to refer to India, Nepal and even Tibet when I am in San Francisco. Home is a place that is always imminent but never present. Or maybe it is the very opposite, maybe… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Copy Share
“She disciplined her memory to give up counting her losses. She gave her suffering one name: exile.” — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Copy Share Image
“The young, he says, confuse desire with love, and they end up hurting everyone around them.” — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Copy Share Image
“It is past eight. The hills before me are bathed in a gentle light that falls like sleep on weary eyes. Everything is soft and undefined. This is the hour Kham is most appealing to my sentimental self. There is no aggression in the air, just a drowsy stillness. This is the time of the day when people are immersed… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Copy Share
“When I am with my mother’s people, I realize I have a lot to unlearn. I look to them to uncomplicated my notions of Tibet and Tibetans. They know where they are from; they live on the land. This assurance does not come in the same way to those of us in exile who experience a lack of certainty for… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Copy Share
“We learn we cannot form deep roots because we do not have the right to place or citizenship, and because we do not have… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Copy Share Image
“How is it possible to protect your loved ones from old heartaches?” — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Copy Share Image
“In towns, the nomads remain outsiders for a while. They become a class divorced from their occupation as herders. They are called drokpa in… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Copy Share Image
“This land makes me believe anything is possible. Here lies a gift unraveled as was meant to be: within its many folds are men,… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Copy Share Image
“Here in Tibet live the people my mother taught me to love before I met them. We are family, and love has undetermined aptitude… — Tsering Wangmo Dhompa Copy Share Image
