He reads the letter again, slowly absorbing each word. Athar blurts, “What’s the news, genla? Don’t worry, we are all here for you, the entire school is here for you.” “They want me to get married”, says Thupten.
Death does not need a licence to announce itself. It is an independent agent answerable to our karma alone.
“May you complete the work left incomplete. May you be successful in the struggle and take His Holiness the Dalai Lama back to a free Tibet.”
Lhasa is no longer the land of happiness and purity, the land of prosperity and sanctity. Who knows who its future will depend on? Where, exactly, is the hope of its future?
“How can I not return? Our home is there. If we all leave, to whom will Tibet be left?” … Later while Norway — the symbol of the free world — was gradually left behind, two streams of tears silently ran down Nyima Tsering’s bony cheeks.