The
other side.Wangmo walked down the snowy path staring up at the tree
shadows against the dark sky. She wished for her friends and family. Normally
she was not scared of anything but just that morning she heard that a person
died. Some said it was a boy and some a girl. She did not know why but that
news made her uneasy. She felt she had to know who that person is.She quickened her pace, her eyes searching for the
unseen. Her eyes locked on a single figure on the road ahead. Reciting her
prayers she walked on. The boy looked back and seeing her, smiled. He was a boy
she knew in school.‘His name was Wangda, I think’ she murmured to
herself. “Hey, Wangmo, where are you going these late at
night.”“Oh… I am just headed home. I went to my aunt’s
house but she was not there.”“I am headed home too. I can accompany you if you
want.”“Thanks a lot Wangda I was beginning to get scared
after what I heard today.”“You mean about the person who was run over by a
truck in Babesa.”“Yes. I heard the person was killed right in front
of my aunt’s house.”“Did you see anything?”“No. By the time I reached there, everyone was
gone.” “I heard the
person was a class twelve student.” Said Wangda, leaning closer.“Oh! I just hope the family is okay.”“I hope that too.”Wangmo looked ahead to find themselves right in
front of her house.“It was nice talking to you, Wangmo. I wish I had known you better.” Said Wangda
turning to leave.“Do you want to come in?” asked Wangmo.“No. It’s okay. I think you already have a lot of
guests.” He said indicating to her house.She looked to see many people coming and entering
her normally quiet house. Her aunt was also there. ‘So she was here.’ She
thought.“Thank you for the company Wangda. Goodnight!”“Goodnight!” he said jogging down the road.‘What is going on here?’ she thought as she went
through the throng smiling. On top of the door in big letters were the words,
‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’. Suddenly she realized that it was her birthday. She had
completely forgotten about it but her parents hadn’t. For every birth she
wished for them to be her parents. She opened the door, finally feeling warm
and protected. She went inside calling “Mom…. Dad. Are you trying to throw a
surprise party for me?”She saw her father, as cold and blank as a statue. She
found her mother next to him surrounded by their neighbors and relatives. She
was in tears, silently sitting beside Wangmo’s body.
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Serious but still funny.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
Saturday, November 8, 2014
A
lone Flower.
What can a lone flower do?
Struggling through a crack,
The wind brushes by.
The water avoids me,
Sun bares its anger,
Only the impotent earth,
Here to comfort me,
I cry out,
‘The day is too rough and long,
The night breezes by.’
I seek help around,
Only to find my shadow,
It raises its hands to me,
To grant my long waited sleep.
The poem is about the hardships that one faces
in this brief life. The character in the poem decides suicide as the final
solution.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
My summer vacation.
Trip to Bajo.
Just
yesterday my mother and I went to shopping in Bajo. We live in Punakha but my
father has his office in Bajo. These days he comes home for lunch so we went
with him and came when his office hours were over. His office is at the top
lane so we got out at the last lane to shop our way up.
We did not
have many things to buy but the things we had to buy were of different items.
So we thought that we would take lots of time going from shop to shop. But the
complete opposite happened we got all our things from the first four shops we
visited. We bought our clothes from the first shop we visited after getting off
the vehicle. We got my electronic things from the second shop we went to and
the kitchen items from the third shop. Then we just strolled through the town
seeking anything that might catch our eyes. After reaching father’s office we
stayed there till father’s office hour was over.
My father
loves sports and he can play many different sports too. His favourite is
Archery or I assume its archery because he mostly plays archery. Because of these he knows all the archery
ground there are near him. One of them is the recently built archery ground in
Bajothanggu near the Punatshang Chhu. On our way back from Bajo yesterday
father took us there. In the middle of the archery ground there is a small shop
near the river bank. The shop has a little veranda built facing the river. From
there we get to see the slowing flowing river in front and the mountain
surrounding it. The shop feels like it’s built over the river even though
there is about two metre gap between the shop and the river. It is a very peaceful place. From the little
veranda we could see about twelve temples including Nalanda and Khujula Goenpa.
my summer vacation.
My Mother's Garden.
My mother
loves to maintain her own garden. Everywhere we stay she always keeps a small
garden, both vegetables and flower. She likes to collect different flowers
especially different colours of geranium. If my mother is nowhere to be found
in the house she is in her garden.
She mostly
grows maize, chilli, beans, tomato, pumpkin, eggplants, peas, shallots, sag
and garlic. When I came home this vacation there are mostly maize, chilli,
beans and pumpkin. Because of these I get to eat as many maize as I want.
These days
it is very hot especially in the morning, therefore she tends her garden in the
afternoon when the sun is not so hot. The maize in the garden was ripe so I too
helped to pluck it. We weeded the vegetable garden and plucked the maize.
Here are
some pictures of the flowers she collects.
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