Temple Near Tawang

Urgelling Monastery Tawang

The biting Himalayan wind whipped prayer flags into a frenzy of colour against the stark backdrop of the snow-dusted mountains. Urgelling Monastery, perched precariously on a ridge overlooking Tawang valley, felt less like a structure and more like an extension of the rugged landscape itself. Having documented hundreds of monuments across India, I’ve learned to anticipate a certain grandeur, a predictable awe. Urgelling, however, defied all expectations. Its unassuming exterior belied the profound sense of history and spiritual weight it held within. Built in the 15th century, Urgelling is considered the birthplace of the 6th Dalai Lama, Tsangyang Gyatso, a figure shrouded in mystique and rebellion. This fact alone imbued the monastery with a palpable energy, a sense of walking through living history. Unlike many of the larger, more ornate monasteries I’ve photographed, Urgelling retained a sense of intimacy. The relatively small complex, constructed primarily of stone and wood, felt weathered and worn, a testament to centuries of harsh weather and unwavering devotion. The main prayer hall, though modest in size, was richly adorned. The walls were covered in vibrant thangkas depicting Buddhist deities and intricate mandalas. The low, flickering butter lamps cast dancing shadows, illuminating the worn faces of the statues and adding to the ethereal atmosphere. The scent of burning juniper incense hung heavy in the air, mingling with the crisp mountain air, creating a sensory experience that was both grounding and otherworldly. I spent hours exploring the narrow corridors and dimly lit chambers, my camera a silent observer. The intricate wood carvings on the window frames and pillars, some faded with age, spoke of a rich artistic tradition. I noticed recurring motifs of dragons and lotus flowers, symbols deeply embedded in Buddhist iconography. The architecture itself was a blend of Tibetan and Monpa styles, reflecting the region's unique cultural heritage. The sloping roofs, designed to withstand heavy snowfall, were adorned with decorative metalwork that shimmered in the occasional bursts of sunlight. One of the most striking features of Urgelling was its location. The panoramic view from the monastery courtyard was simply breathtaking. The Tawang valley stretched out below, a patchwork of green fields and scattered villages, framed by the towering Himalayas. It was easy to see why this spot was chosen as a place of spiritual retreat. The sheer vastness of the landscape seemed to dwarf all earthly concerns, fostering a sense of peace and introspection. My conversation with one of the resident monks offered a deeper understanding of Urgelling's significance. He spoke of the monastery's role not just as a place of worship but also as a centre of learning and community. He explained the significance of the various rituals and ceremonies performed, highlighting the importance of preserving their cultural heritage. His words resonated deeply, reminding me of the power of these sacred spaces to connect people to something larger than themselves. As I descended the winding path from Urgelling, the setting sun casting long shadows across the valley, I carried with me more than just photographs. I carried the weight of history, the echo of chants, and the profound sense of serenity that permeated the ancient walls. Urgelling Monastery, in its quiet dignity, had offered a glimpse into a world where spirituality and nature intertwine, a world I felt privileged to have witnessed through my lens. It was a testament to the enduring power of faith and a poignant reminder of the rich tapestry of cultural heritage that makes India so extraordinary.