Words From Bhutan

Knowing you was a mystery, spontaneous it was to fall for you. I never saw you, neither in wildest nightmares nor daydreams,   with my eyes, But thousand a times I see you, with my soul.

How can i care all of you upon giving my own body to "create" you guys?

I've no time to write long posts, but i hope this photograph will speak more than what i may write in my posts...

I don’t know how did it happen but it did. I was fallen for her. The chemistry of such feeling can never be defined. This is what I can say about falling in love. It isn’t magical either because it happens something solidly, something rigidly…something we can see it happening. That’s how my love story with her begins. I was enchanted. Maybe that was god’s decision. Maybe god tested me who I am. Yes, god proved me, I am an adult, and I am strong enough to enter into the realities of being in this materialistic world. It’s been exactly two years I’d been ensnared in her charms. Exactly, two years ago, we sat together promising for togetherness till the end. We promised in front of the gods that we’ll stand together to fulfill the god’s will. We promised, together we’ll make the world better, a better place, at least ensuring happiness to little ‘us’. We promised together we’d grow old. Good days came and went. The bad days followed it. But today I’m here with n...

bird's eye view of Phuntsholing Town I met with a tourist near the Zangdhopelri in Phuntsholing Town. "Bro, can you help me find a hotel rated 5 stars?", he enquired. "I'm sorry. I'm new here." "It's ok." "But why that stars matters?" He grinned naughtily, "Brother, the more the stars, the more happy you you'll be there." "Forgot that you're already in a happy kingdom?" I asked, "If Bhutan is a hotel, how many stars would you rate?" "There's no star to rate 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 ...