I was sitting on a terrace of a Tibetan traditional house in my home town. Staring at the beautiful mountains with glory sparking on the peak of Himalayan ranges. In far distance but enough to witness were all kinds of cattle include the famous YAK. The glittering river rushing via the village where I was born was creating a melody with its curving which sound like a personal summon for me. I happened to be with a young lady with whom I was close when we are not more than ten years told. In fact she use to be my partner in our plays, like pretension marriage ceremony where they play husband and wife, she was my wife! She was there, standing and smiling, I never knew she has such a beautiful smile but she does have one and now she is smiling at me! She was describing me the new developments that take place in my absent. The new architectures, new schools, new government building etc. I was so drenched in her voice that I let myself fly in the tune of her world, where golden bell never stop ringing and never stop entertaining the people. I was sure my last wish in life will be the desire of leaving her,,, her world. I was like a robot at that time, paying attention to nothing, even not the drink and food. At one time I was picking up my own cup thinking of biscuits!
Hey hold second! My beloved readers. You must be wondering how I knew I was there and acting like motionless man. Actually this is the beauty of dream that allows us to see ourselves! I can see myself staring at her and all the things that I mentioned. Especially the sound of laughter she gave me when she saw me to pick up the cup instead of biscuit to eat. She was like a fully blossom flower, entertaining the bees despite their buuzzzzz!
I was in a kind of situation where I can visualize her in every form I want and everybody I want, but the moment she made that sudden exclamation. Without a God-Known slightest of warning. She was roaring with a pierce of finger pointed behind me, " oh dear God. There are here !!!"She was pointing beyond me, when I follow her direction; I understand the explanation of her expression on her beautiful face. I saw a bunch of Chinese police men with fire arms like AK47, firing in the sky and shouting. ‘Don’t let that man to go away. The man of Dalai Lama!’ I awake at once and found myself in the bed in my hostel.
I won’t call it a nightmare because this is what most of the Tibetans wishes, to have in home with the relatives and all the familiar environment where we born and burn. The girl I mentioned here is already married! This is the only one untrue in my dream. Otherwise everything is true, the beautiful atmosphere, the river, the house, and specially the Chinese police men and their claimant. This is everything a Tibetan wish to have and will face in the present moment. I live in this foreign land for the last thirteen years and in this duration I may have forget where I was in this time last year, but never forget the way my village stands, the path I took to my school, the look on my parents when they are seeing off me for the school.
Yes my friend, if you want me to conclude my words, then just let me say.
“Let’s do something, let’s go home”
