I first met him in the Himalayas and some days later he came to visit me at our Tibetan School. He was an immediate hit with Jampel Khalden's the family there and Jampel's wife was the lost mother that Lobsang always yearned for. In this picture he is taking a break from a day-long puja done for the protection and long life of his host and their family. He enthusiastically played the big drum and cymbals at the same time, chanted all day and offered up the tormas he had made.
I eventually lost contact with him until he turned up in Pune eleven or more years later, having been jailed and tortured for ten of those. He was maturing man then, still very much the monk, still full of energy, love and kindness. He soon disappeared again though, presumably back to his distant home - wherever that is! I have no doubts, despite years of absence, we are still friends.
