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Last night, I dreamed I visitedof the old compound where myfamily once lived - the TrijamLabrang,Entering thecompound, I felt something magical wascarrying me as if my sleepy body waswalking on air. It was such a wonderfulsight and peaceful moment. I smelled theair and tasted the water from the welllocated in the compound. Through thewindows I heard people recitingscriptures. Cooking smoke was emerging,rolling upward and dispersing into thesky. My wandering heart became lightand joyful. This was where I grew up.