Words From Bhutan

I Too Have a Love Story When I first saw you,   I saw something incredible in you. When I last saw you, I saw something terrible.   When I last lost your sight, my eyes lost something beautiful.   The last smile I saw on your face was the last butterfly I felt in my belly.   The last time I heard your voice was the last time   I heard the most melodious song but the song that brought to an end to everything... I write this neither to instigate someone to feel magnanimous nor to elevate the sense of elusive romance.   I write this because there's something worth emancipation from the abyss of heart-aching memories- the memories of abundant blossoms which later turned into ferocious blaze. I've read thousands of love stories and written hundreds   but this one is special to me   because it's what I've got to share about love and is special to you because it comes right from ...

Who won't like to stay in a zoo basking  in the sun if you are crocodile???

I’m 21. But I have stories of my life like I’m already in my late 90s. I’ve beautiful memories and others too. This is about something included in this “others”.     This happened exactly two years ago.   I can remember it like happened yesterday though I want to do it. Memories that horrible are even more horrible if it is kept buried deep in the hell of so-called silence. I think, two years anniversary is a day I share it to the world. It was in 2013, when I was in class 12. Like most of the girls in high schools I too had a boyfriend.   Of course, I loved him just the way he deserved it. It was on this particular day two years ago when we decided for a date. Rendezvous was in my friend’s home. He wished me for the day. That was the first program amongst the list. I think you can imagine what happened the next without my say.   But mind you, nothing “something” happened with him. He’s a gentleman. He respects women. He knows the emotions of women. He...

I'm impressed. Bhutanese have grown so much. Everyone knows that its important to enroll their children to school. The barriers: passes, valleys and other geographical terrains that barred the connectivity is already surmounted. We can travel both on land and in air. The places that took weeks to reach can be accessed within hours. That's pretty cool. We trade more than ever. We consume more than ever before. We import so much though our export is minimal. We are one of the biggest meat importers by proportion. Aren't these a matter of concern. About these, to people like me, who has limited knowledge don't know much about how it will affect the stability of future's economy. But there's a need to change this trend. There's a need for an idea how we can balance our economy. Modernization or westernization? Dresses is another thing to worry about. In my childhood days, patches were a symbol of not being able to afford new but today its about being abl...

Like a problem in mathematics, there's always a solution to life's problems. But often get jammed between the fear of solving it and not getting the right solution. That's when desperation grows like tumor. That's when sadness grips like tentacles of octopus. Often I feel lonely for no reasons. Often I fall down deep in the abyss of "no-hope-thing" and feel like I'm never going to get out of it. Where's the time to relax when there's work costing 25 hours a a day. Impossible right? But we are caught up in this loop. When are we going to get outta it?? Where's the hope to grow if every trail ends up getting messed up with failure??? Where's the chance to succeed? Wheen will it be possible to kiss the pinnacle of success? Where's a better place to live? Today crossing a street would(sometimes cost lives) though journey all the way to moon is already successful. And the life's problems are unending... However, there's no...

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