Home Sweet Monpa Home
My home in Bomdila is perched on a steep hillock that overlooks an entire valley. There is a small door in the stairway which when swung open lets the grandeur of the panorama beyond rush into view. Cloud vapour materialises, rolls and floats ethereally upward. Lungta prayer flags flutter between evergreens that stud the mountainside and tidy rows of potted azaleas, snapdragons and orchids bloom in welcome.
At the bottom of the steps there is a small courtyard. The rusty red spackle on the walls radiates warmly when I enter. In the kitchen we have a large bukhari. Wood is used to feed the fire chamber in the steel stove, the only source of heat in the traditional house. Losar sweets and salty yak butter tea are waiting there for me.