This photograph was taken whilst traveling in Darjeeling. I visited the first Tibetan refugee in India, it was low season, very cold and damp. This lady was sitting in the dark, knitting peacefully with wool. I came closer and stood there, she didn't turn, I later pointed at my camera and she nodded. I tried to take a couple of photos but it was against the light from the window so I was struggling, she then pointed at me to sit in front of her, and so I dutifully did.
How many years have you been in exile? How many miles did you run? How high did you climb? How many lives have passed by?

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