When I go for a walk under the burning sun with a thin T-shirt I wear, my mind is already in the land where I used to live. I cannot control myself to not imagine and think of the life in Tibet. A boy with thick clothes on his body was hanging around in the vast grassland. He enjoyed the view from the High Mountain covered by snow in all the seasons, and listened to the history of his country, which was so mysterious and a bit beyond his age to understand from old people. However, he remembered what they told him.

In a flash, it has been several years since I left my beloved country. I always dream or wonder when I can live in my homeland with the rights and freedom I deserve, after I realized the so-called history.

The life in India is much happier and freer than in my homeland despite the difficulties I have. I am happy not because I can do everything without my parents' disturbance but I get to know many things and understand unbelievable truths that I could never know if I were in Tibet. However I am suffering from longing for family and I sometimes miss the food I used to have when I am having the meals.

As a refugee, of course, there are difficulties I have to face such as language obstacle and weather. However, I am happy to confront problems

because I become stronger through them. It is the best gift god granted me that I could be in India. A brainwashed student has become a young man who knows his country and language; he finally has an aim for his future. He understands how precious the time is. He can proudly tell his father that he is a good son now.

It is surprising when we suddenly wake up and look back what we have done and what we have now. Time goes as tide; it may be a few years later, I write my refugee life in India in Tibet which is independent country that time. Who knows what will happen in the future?