A story from Home To Homeless
According to my parents, I was born on 30/12/1987, in Saspol valley, Ladakh north India. This is around 80 km from leh, city of Ladakh. My father name is Tsering phuntsok, he is a retired ex Indian army. He served 20 years in army. He is a humble one and he doesn’t like to talk a lot, because of that I haven’t had much conversation. He takes every responsibility for our family income. My mother name is Tsering Dolker, she mostly works in indoor and fields, it seems like that she has no free time in whole year. She is rowdy but her mind is good by nature, she is very friendly to me and we talk much, most of my childhood times I spent with her. Before me they had three sons, unfortunately the elder one was unable to live after three years. Among their children now they have six sons and a daughter,she is the youngest one and the only sister, because of that we all love her much. Now she is studying in a army school in Punjab state of India.
On that time houses were used to build on face of mountain and grounds were used for fields, but now it is changed, Our old house was on side of a mountain, it was built in Ladakhi tradition house feature. It had small windows and low roof,many families in ladakh keep shrine room, store room, bed rood and kitchen, in ladakh kitchen is a very important room in daily life, it is combined with staying room.
That time every family kept a separate house for storing grass and dried leaves to use in winter for feeding cows and as fuel, they don’t keep window on this house so it always remains dark. I’m not sure if during that time i liked to cry.because I really liked to cry. But I remember I used to cry a lot in my childhood times. Sometimes they took me in that house when I wailed. For me that house was like a frightful prison. It happened several times and after I automatically stopped to cry when they tried to take me there. My mother might have had hard experiences for my capricious behavior.