“My grandparents came to India with nothing but a recipe. They knew how to make thick bread, and that’s how they started. They sold it on the streets of McLeod Ganj, and people loved it. Over time, it became known as Tibetan Bread. You can find it in almost every place where Tibetans have settled now. Back then, a plain bread was one rupee, and the sweet one was two. It was simple, but it was enough to build a life. I was born in India, the fourth generation of Tibetans living in exile. I grew up surrounded by love and support. My grandparents and parents gave us things they never had growing up—stability, education, opportunity. I think about their sacrifices often and feel so grateful for the life they created for us. Some of my happiest memories are from my childhood in McLeod Ganj. Life was so open and full of warmth. I could greet anyone on the street without hesitation. I could walk into a relative’s house for snacks, spend afternoons playing video games with friends—it felt like the whole town was my family. But then we moved to England, and everything changed. There were so few Tibetans there. I felt isolated, like I had lost a piece of my identity. It was a lonely time for me. Now, I live in Bangkok, and it feels like I’ve found home again. The people here are so kind and respectful. They treat each other with warmth, and that’s something I really love. I work at a restaurant called Tibet Gate, which my family runs. From selling bread on the streets of McLeod Ganj to running a restaurant in Bangkok, it’s been a long journey for us. Tibet Gate isn’t just a business—it’s a platform to share Tibetan cuisine and culture with the world. We welcome everyone, even Chinese customers. I believe that understanding and respect are the only way forward. Food brings people together. It’s not just a meal; it’s a conversation, a bridge. And that’s how I choose to live.” Tenzin. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #Tibet #storiesoftibetans #Bankok #Recipe #Thailand #TibetanRefugee #Exile #Food #Street #KhaosanRoad #Friendship