Sombhum's Journal II Tibetan Blogger II Freelancer

                                                                                                                                    -Som I was born in Tibet and want to die at the same place where I was born. If I’ll die in any lands of exile here, then please somebody help me to immerse the ashes of my dead into Lhamo La-Tso (Lake) in Tibet, which is close to where I was born. The lake is also well known to be one of the most precious lakes in Tibet, where the beautiful signs and signals came to decide the reincarnation of His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama. Else I'll regret to desolate my dead-ashes that mixed with the tattoo sinks on my right elbow, the “Dalai Lama” in any exile land. But I’ll not stop talking about my country and people till my eyes will close and breath will stop. When I talk about Tibet and its plights. It doesn’t mean that I’m keen to be involved in politics, but we’ll never be avoided from this cause being born as a Tibetan. It sounds stupid and ashamed if w

Part-1  :::    Love story of the Hills.                                                                                                                                     -Som Hills and hillocks, mountains and monkeys were the place where I have sown the seeds of my beautiful love story. It was the beginning of winter; nevertheless, leaves were still falling and people called it, the end of autumn. One cannot imagine the autumn season of the hills; especially dating into the woods with melody chirping birds and counting the falling of leaves casually. We were too privileged to be part of its devotees to share our love story along with the falling of leaves and making funny jokes with jumping monkeys from one branch to another. Of course, this beautiful nature doesn't mind our feelings of ever first date with special ones. Yeah, the Himalayan mountain ranges are high and our love story is deep too. Between this high and deep, I found my true love story of hills.  Dharamsala is