Words From Bhutan

Today, relationships do happen between those who never meet also. The following, letter exposes one of its kind-a man breaks the usual short chit-chatting on Facebook with a long message, something like love letters of 90s.  Dear Sonam, This ain’t to freak you out with a long text message. I thought it would be nice sometimes to write something long so that I am given with a bigger space to express.  You know me well, right, though we never meet. I speak less. Today I thought of speaking something long but my mouth won’t do that. So I am sending you this long message. It’s a cliché but I find it appropriate to write here. Where the heart is filled with lots to express, there is no way to express all. Jerk. I can’t even quote a cliché completely but I know you’ll understand what I mean because you understand me how terribly ever I express the things. Remember the prank? The first word I texted you “in the history of our friendship in Facebook? That was...

It hasn’t been long. I remember it like it’s happening right in front of me. But there’s no other way than to let go these feelings, these nightmare-liked realities I had to face. Indeed, I look back to see that I had always been strong. I’ve always been determined. And these positive feelings in me keep me awake- keeps me remembering I’ve got to prove that I did what I liked. I grew up when Bhutan began its rapid revolutionary growth in terms of development. My childhood days were in that transit where there became lots to do indoor rather than outdoor. Machines came ruling lifestyle – watching television become more fun than being with friends outside- that’s just an example, I should say everything changed. I grew bigger. Adolescence reigned. That temptation to experiment new things began. Then, I was no longer a kid. I was a young beautiful high school going girl. Beautiful, I was. Yes, beautiful. That’s not a brutal brag to confess that I should have attracted at lea...

Leap years are those years divisible by four or four hundred where an extra day is added on the shortest month February, making 366 days in the year. There are schools of thoughts which claim that leap year is a year which brings “bad luck”. Some believe it to be a day when a woman can propose for their marriage.  Whatever it may be, I believe it as a moment to cherish because it is a one-time-in-four-years happening thing. We don’t know what would happen in the next. By the next, we are not going to be the same as we are now. We will be four years older than today. So make the day memorable- something as vibrant as you can remember vividly in the next Feb 29. And indeed it is a moment we cherish the past and look forward for a better “next”. With  regards, Admin Sonam

The beautiful part of Phuntsholing town is getting to see  incredible sunsets. The following photos are the one taken on the way back to college from the Dujom Dharma House, located approximately two kilometers away from the college I study, College of Science and Technology.

This is a photo I took recently. I hope you'd like it. :)

The modern cliché Valentine's Day poem can be found in the collection of English nursery rhymes   Gammer Gurton's Garland   (1784): The rose is red, the violet's blue, The honey's sweet, and so are you. Thou art my love and I am thine; I drew thee to my Valentine: The lot was cast and then I drew, And Fortune said it shou'd be you .   Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Valentine%27s_Day Valentine’s Day is celebrated on February 14, as everyone would know. I have limited knowledge about it but as it’s a global celebration (though not a public holiday) of romance and love, I share my heartiest wishes to everyone. However, history indicates a bitter beginning. It’s about brutal sacrifices and martyrdom. The better part of the celebration only after Chaucer and Shakespeare brought this into the light of their works.  With so much of love from the Admin Sonam.

Misfortune is just another name for misunderstanding. There's no "misfortune" as such. Losing is just another way of letting others gain. There's no "losing" as such! Inferiority is just another state of being low to attain superiority. Thus, inferiority is the mother of superiority. Learn to be inferior...