Tashi Tewa

On 23rd Oct' 2015, Friday by evening, second Dolpo Cup was completed. The tournament initially planned for three days took four long days (20-23rd Oct) to complete. Participated by the students from the seven VDCs of Dolpo (Upper Dolpa), such as Chharka, Mukot, Phoksumdo, Vijer, Saldang, Tarap and Shimen, the tournament remained successful at least in garnering support from every students who showed their participation right from the beginning. Though it is not the first time that the organizer, such as Students of Dolpo (SoD) organized such activity, the tournament comprising basketball (both for boys and girls) and football (for boys) has always remained closer to the students. The organizer's primary objective behind organizing such program has been the 'Play for Unity' as written in the banner too. Undoubtedly, the region vast as Dolpo comprising seven village development committees, separated by extreme geography, sport became a medium to bring all the students t

The Letter from Furwa I am Tsering Furwa, one of the locals of Dolpa. Most of you may have already forgotten who I am.  When people don’t care about those who are alive, who mulls about the dead? When I look back at myself and think of my dead body, many unfamiliar things come into my mind. At that last desperate moment, I recalled my pregnant wife and children crying aloud. How helpless was I? ... I could not even hold the tears of my own Aangmo and children. Is it time or State that makes a person like me helpless? I tumbled to the ground. All parts of my body in endless pain. I feel one of my eyes is out of the socket. I cannot even see properly. My lower stomach is also in severe pain. Blood is flowing from my head, eyes and mouth. That might be the reason why Aangmo is crying endlessly. Her embrace gave me that indescribable warmth for few minutes, but I am not able to hold on to that love. I am stranded like a dead fish. Within a minute, my whole body became cold