Words From Bhutan

this is a morning scene in my college... it has a beauty, the beauty that the nation's would-be engineers enjoy, the beauty that i cherish! ............. September 13, 2015

Romantic souls are born poetic, but I'm not. I've neither songs to celebrate her love, Nor songs to repent her negligence. They sing to celebrate and lament the sorrows; They write to express and share the thoughts; But 'tis neither celebration nor lamentation, But 'tis neither expression nor  sharing; Just because this piece has no destination; Who would devour it like a magazine, Just because I'm nothing to anybody? Disclaimer: Nothing personal, it’s just an imagination

I know Sonam from my high school. He’s a year junior to me, let me be specific he’s a class lower than me. I was by then in class twelve when I first met him and began to get enchanted in his charms. High school days are always memorable, may be because those days changed the tide of my life. Before letting you know how did it change the tide, its better I share a bit more about Sonam. The first time I saw him was during a Quiz Contest conducted by the school. His performance was awesome I must say. He answered almost all the questions. I was in the middle of the sea of audience so I couldn’t see his face unless a question was forward to the audience after none of contestants could answer it. I knew the answer. Abruptly, I stood up. It took a few minutes to reach microphone to me. That ‘a-few-minutes’ was the beginning of my eyes following him. The instant I saw him well, I felt something different, and something you may not understand unless you feel it. I’m sure; you’re thinking ...