AbstractThis ethnographic article provides glimpses into the everyday life of an elderly Tibetan woman, Mo Dickyi Sangmo, who used to live in the Tibetan exile capital of McLeod Ganj in northwest India. Old age for her was a falling apart of her life world, giving rise to a series of absences in her daily life. I always sensed in her a longing for that which was missing, gathered through her somber moods and constant complaints. While others emphasized Dickyi's annoyed and closed‐off persona, I sensed that there was more to her; something was hidden in the gaps between her words and the silences that rested in between us. This article grew from my attempt at lending Mo Dickyi a compassionate ear, in an effort to understand what had become of her. By combining words and images, it became an experiment in a type of seeing and listening that is like a tender and soothing touch. By sensing Mo Dickyi through my words and in my images of her, this contribution is also a call out to the reader's imagination to uncover the gaps, and to possibly connect with the loneliness of Mo Dickyi's heart.
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