And I think I keep learning on

A pergola of stone beams with corniced ends supported by slim, quadrangular stone stilts was draped in thick trailing mantles of ivy and convolvulus plants. The white flowers of the latter peeped out here and there through the thicket of foliage leaning on trellises, which made the proper place within, one level above another like two wide steps, shady, cool and secluded, like a strip of flowerbed and a lonely malus tree with its brushy branches and twigs bearing such an aesthetic touch like from an art book next by a road didn't seem to exist. And, rather as self-flattering, this is how I regard myself as trying to get myself adapted to an adventitious environment, with the above two sentences.

Tsanglha is a Tibetan dialect: Take it and learn about its history

My comment on this edition: 

The great thing is that you can still speak Tsanglha dialect so fluently, like your Tibetan and Hindi. And the way you guys live there surrounded by botanical wonders is so organic, and the dishes. I can understand your in-laws can't feel or understand, or see through your eyes, the things there, the changes taken place but there still being the vestiges for you to construct on, to claim who you're. But you can see through their eyes as well that is the wonder in your person. So lovely! Yes, a Bhutanese run-of-the-mill one wondering about how Tsanglha dialect corresponds to Sharchokpa dialect should study about Sharchokpa Bhutanese migration into Tibetan territory, known as Pemakoe, when Tibet was independent, and how we, Tibet and Tibetan, let you dwell there. And now, when we are exiled, political refugees, by the illegal occupation of our country by Red China, how we treat you as ourselves, not like those a few remaining Tibetans in Bhutan by Bhutan. So, by and large, Tsanglha is a Tibetan dialect.

To conform to or to leave forever

March 12, Tibetan Women's Uprising Day against the illegal, inhumane Chinese occupation of Tibet. But for me, who cares about it now? I mean within our own narrow circle, Tibetans diaspora, with its exiled polity now sort of crippled so far by the same schism, sort of older than of Stone Age, when it was all about seeking for some comfort to later on for protection to much later on for more complex protection, for a thinking human mind's mental constructs are endless, once the basic needs are met. (I wonder why human kinds can't live like animals?) Now, a thinking living being is nothing other than of a selfish disposition like of a cat. And, yes, Tibetan women, like U-Tsang Wa, should rise up to the understanding of their own values and guts, to be able to face any challenges ahead, even to be able to have such a volition (I don't say 'do or die'.) to conform to, if circumstances permit, or to get completely detached, for we don't have any such unavoidable bondages like 'commensalism' and 'symbiosis' of organisms to be met. If you're against His Holiness the great 14th Dalai Lama's far-reaching, humane guidance, then you've the complete right to get yourself weaned of it and find your own destiny. Such sense of narrowness within is, for me, far more wounding than what others (Mongols, China, English, Bhutan, Nepal) did to us by availing themselves of our weakness or situations then.