Reflection on the book, “Seven years in Tibet”
I wish this book would never end, for every page gives me a profound sense of belonging and draws me closer to my country, "the forbidden land."
Though I was born and raised in another nation as a refugee, this book has taken me around the cold Himalayan mountains, through the hills of Dehradun, and towards the roof of the world, where I belong and where people genuinely practice peace.
This book is especially impactful because it reveals how many things were different from the rest of the world despite the changes brought about over time, and yet how some things were so modernized that one could hardly imagine their possibilities in a cut-off, lonely world like Tibet.
The understanding of the nation's geography and its landscapes, the villages, and the people's names. Every tiny bit of detail regarding the ceremonies, festivals, and the rules and punishments of the nation was deeply studied and written.
The life of a commoner is vividly portrayed among the busy streets of Lhasa's Bhakor, with shopkeepers from around the world selling their goods in a bargaining manner.
I had this side effect after reading this book: nowadays, whenever I hear about the Himalayas or see a snowy mountain, it recalls the adventurous moments about the author and, with this, I somehow feel a belonging towards that part of the nation where I do belong but have never set foot.
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