Growing up in a small Lepcha village called Kimrong, nestled in the foothills of the Himalayas, I was surrounded by the beauty of nature and the rich cultural traditions of my people. Unlike children today who have access to recorded music and digital devices, my childhood was filled with simple joys of singing and the […]
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My baaje (paternal grandfather) loved children. Growing up, he would occasionally, for his own amusement, sing for us and urge us to sing along with him. I have vivid memories of him narrating Lepcha folktales to my younger sister and I, where he would often imitate the sounds of a tiger or a monkey, which
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As season changes from winter to spring one can feel the change in the air. The chilled winter wind that brushes our faces as we step out of our houses is replaced by warm spring breeze that runs through our hair. The last batch of ripe oranges hangs on their trees while peaches and plums
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Homes have fences with a gate to personalize the space inside. Homes are personalized according to the style and design of the homeowner. It is coloured in a desired chroma with specified furniture and laced curtains of one’s choice. A consumer space where the materials are stored, moved and consumed of one’s desirability and personality
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“A house can be a home but a home cannot be just a house”. Many may disagree with this quote which is understandable as the title itself says of the multi-concepts of home and many people may conceptualize a house as a home. It is indeed difficult to give a definite definition as to what
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“Where do I really belong?” has always been a question and a reason for my restless heart. As a child, I remember I had enough time to spend in my land and home. I never expected that a simple moment created at home would become the backdrop for some of the most beautiful moments of
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Every winter I visited my mother’s house in a village called Yang during Namsoong (Lepcha New Year). The village had only three houses and it all belonged to my maternal uncles. The place was very remote and far from Kalimpong town. It had very poor road connection and electricity was a luxury to even think
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