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    “Two revolutions and Tibetan resilience”                                                                                                             -Som                               (Culture revolution and Tibetan peace revolution 2008) My grandmother's untold story of the Cultural Revolution in Tibet was shocking, extreme, and unbearable. She narrated her tragic story with tears in her eyes and a pale facial expression. She had experienced a real hell on earth and never saw any ray of hope in her future life at that time. The revolution was generally considered to have begun in China around 1966 by Mao Zedong. However, the faint climate of the Cultural Revolution existed since 1959 when the People's Republic of China completely occupied Tibet and carried out a series of repressions and violent destructions in Tibet. During the ten-year Cultural Revolution in Tibet from 1966 to 1976, in the name of removing four old obstacles, “old thinking, old culture, old tradition

“If life is an Ocean, I’m a Wave”

                                                 I’d been living a heedless. I was dabbling into my daily office work with a cup of coffee at every early in the morning to start my day. I was trying to find some space to myself from this reckless schedule, at least a moment to take some break from this old-fashioned four walls. I’d gotten to the point where I had no idea to inhale some fresh air. 

It was summer and beaches were always being a bucket list destination for many tourists, I too was determined. The journey to the ocean was one of the sweetest memories that I rolled down my pen over here today. You will not be entertained by a journey to the ocean without a shell in your hands and sand in your shoes.

The ocean is everything I want to be at a moment and the waves whisper into my ears where water sweeps over my toes. The ripples of water helps my soul to restore; sun-kissed and tanned. I gazed at the long horizon over crystalline water where the ocean meets shore and waves pushed me into its paradise. 

I was reading a book while enjoying the songs of the sea and chirping birds. I became addicted to counting the waves and jumping of beautiful dolphins where the sea didn’t seem to mind my feeling. My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea and calming melody ebb that flow lulled by the rhythmic of waves and the songs of the sea. I found a seashell while walking along the beach; counted my footprints in the sand and took pictures for my future memory.

The waves are forever calling relentless, mysterious, against time, against reason and always wondering, its whispering lies peace, consolation, hope and pride. My journey to the ocean was something that I really awaited. It’s all about the journey and dream we send with love in all directions, a wave and story can never end!!

 

 

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