THE STORY OF PANGMO

 My name is Tomden Dolker. My village name is Pangmo.  I want to write a little      story about my village. In the old days, our village had two parts: one was Pangmo and another was Pangchug. One day many girls were having a party. They were wearing old ornaments and looked beautiful. Our village goddess became happy with them and turned herself into a old lady and joined the party. The girls, enjoying themselves, did not show respect for the old lady, and sent her to the last corner of the room. But one girl at the last corner asked the old lady to sit at the upper side of the room, since she was older. The girl was from Pangchug. The old lady was pleased with the girl's behaviour. Happily the old lady started dancing. But when she was dancing the girls made fun of her. Now the old lady became angry. She called the girl who had shown her respect and said, ''You go to the field named 'Jujing' and sleep under the lah (wide, shallow pots used for parching barley)." The girl did as instructed by the old lady. The next day when she woke up, she saw the whole of Pangmo village was under rocks. 

A Google Earth image of the former and present sites of Pangmo village.

In earlier days Pangmo was bigger than Kaza. At that time Kaza was a small village. People in the Pangmo were very rich and had beautiful ornaments. In their vanity, they did not respect their elders. So the people in Pangmo died. Nowadays, Pangmo is on the site of the former Pangchug.