As I flipped my travel entries of Ladakh, I stopped by an entry of an incident which had left me very touched. I realized I had a story to share with you all.
Apart from the mesmerizing Changla mountain range and vast Pangong Lake, my most memorable thing in Ladakh will be a small monastery and a little kid.
That day on our itinerary was a wonderful Monastery on top of a beautiful hill, which is known for its rich colorful culture and heritage. We were totally exhausted as me and hubs had trekked up to to reach our destination. Wonderful aroma of tea from the small Tea stall which was in the entrance of this monastery was the first thing we wanted to visit. We sat there sipping warm tea and wading away the exhaustion, There came a cute little boy clad in the robes of Buddhist monk.
I was lost observing the innocence of that little boy who must be of age around 4 or 5. He came up to the stall asking for a pack of chips and the vendor bowed to him giving what the kid wanted. I was so much in love with this kid and his innocence that I wanted to hold him and also take a picture with him. As I moved closer to the kid to talk to him, suddenly all the Monks who were around came running and stopped me from getting any closer to him. They instantly bowed to this little monk, discussed something among themselves in Ladakhi and took him away with them. I had no idea of what wrong I had done, we did speak to many monks on our trip till then and they were quite friendly but this behavior that to with a little kid left me perplexed.
As I settled in the chair and things calmed down, tea vendor hissed to us that the kid whom I wanted to talk was the next Rinpoche, meaning the one who will be the next leader of their community, and he was strictly observed 24hrs. This little kid’s day was only about learning and strictly no interaction with world outside what so ever. May be someday this little kid will be a very great spiritual leader but the loss of his childhood and all the beautiful moments of his innocence, made me realize how precious our life has been.
My eyes were filled with tears when I remembered how the little kid was crying when he was taken back and how everybody else kept bowing to him on his way back. My heart ached at the sight of the chips packet on ground and I could just not hold back my tears.
P.S: Photo credit goes to the Blog The World Through My Eyes