Friday, September 16, 2016

A Love Story ...in a long time

There she stood, looking out of the window...like, this is her first car trip. I could measure the contours of her face in the rear-mirror. Come on now, she is a stranger I picked by the roadside, I can't be thinking what I am thinking!

What a lovely Sunday! Early morning, I got this urge to take my old buddy for a ride. My friends think it's time I changed my car and got myself a woman, both I am not lucky with. No money means no new car and obviously no wom(a/e)n. I can barely feed myself. At best, I can fuel my car once a month and today is the day I can take it for a ride. When I decided to move to Paro, my father gave me his old car, "Son, you will need this." I am most thankful.

I walked out of my rented house, with an unusual mood. I like such feelings - they always mean something.

I was driving at an snail's pace - all I wanted for the day was a day out in the lovely Sunday sun, and then I saw this woman by the roadside. She had a bag on her feet, a look that seemed to say nothing, I mean a lost look. I stopped and asked, "Are you OK?" She smiled. Nodded. "I need a ride to Thimphu."

The next moment, I was driving her to Thimphu. W.H.A.T? 

She didn't speak much, kept smiling at herself. We didn't speak much either. I wanted to kick myself at my stupidity. Did I really have a plan to come to Thimphu? But I was so unusually happy, so I smiled at myself. I said, "There you go, silly man. You are smiling."

She enjoyed the breeze as we passed by the riverside. She enjoyed the mountains. And the trees. She waved at the children by the roadside. She kept smiling. Yes, she kept smiling. I smiled at myself - for no good reason, but for this feeling of so-good.

In the rear mirror, I caught her smiling. Her smile, that smile. 

Note: I still have the old car. I still struggle to fuel it. But my heart - my heart is blushing. I have my wife, my Lhasen. What a Sunday that was, three years ago. By the way, her name is Lhasen. 

Saturday, September 3, 2016

She Shows me the Way

Few hours from now, I will skype with Lolo. Officially, we have been away for a month. By the way, this is my first blog from the U.S. where I have come to avail a fellowship. As I write, the time is past midnight (my folks back home must be preparing midday meal). A siren just passed by, otherwise the night has taken its calmness.

On our first skype three weeks ago (thanks to my conventional husband who is worse with technology than me - for not opening a skype account until then, no social media connection and worst, our bad timings), Lolo said, "Mummy, come to take me." I reasoned with all my patience that I will be back after completing my course. A moment later, she said she understood, and went back to her coloring keeping the camera focussed on her work, "Mummy has to see my work."

Second skype, she was her usual cheerful self. When I said I will be back soon, Lolo comforted me, "Come when you are done."

Well, this is not the first time she has given me more than her age. Closer to my leave, I made a point to remind her occasionally that I will be leaving soon, but for longer. She was completely understanding, evidenced by her words: "I will be fine," "I will go and stay with Ajang and Ane," "I will be a good girl." Funniest was, when she said, "Papa and I will enjoy."

Talking about Papa, I am most grateful for the man KP is, who is now both the father and the mother to our little girl. He says he is enjoying "every moment" with her, now that they are one-on-one. I can see how he is beginning to see the real Lolo, in absence of the competition that was inherent when I was around. He shares updates on varying topics - her creativity (instead of being called naughty), not to fool around her, and the fact that she comes home no matter where she is for the day. 

Having a big family helps. If not for one, there is always someone coming to meet her over the week. When she is in mood, she is at my brother's or sister's place. Since I left, she has gone to watch a 5D movie (and sworn she won't attempt another until she is big enough), went to the park, to a school concert, pizza treat, momo treat. She got new pairs of shoes, few shirts and clothes. She has new stationery sets for school. And her school gave them lesson on personal hygiene. You see, she has a busier day than mine.

I am back to school. Assignments. Presentations. Seminars. Visits. Programs. 

I miss her a lot, more so when I go to bed. I miss cuddling her in my arms, talking into sleep. I think of the moments she lightened our lives ever since, and in each I relive the laughter we created. Of all, she shows me the way to live life all over again, with her assurance that she is all good and not to be worried about.  

Another siren passed by. Must be time to sleep.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Our King - The King of the People

Last Saturday, my family and I went to offer our prayers at Dechenphug Lhakhang. The Lhakhang bore an unusual aura being beautifully adorned with dhars and scarves. For us, it was a normal day...even after hearing about the news on the damages brought by the torrential rain especially in the southern belt. We asked one of the monks there about the preparation. In brief, he said it was in preparation for His Royal Highness the Gyelsey's first visit to Dechenphug, which was called off as His Majesty prioritized his plans to be with the people who were effected by the monsoon plights. As we returned, we heard updates such as His Majesty traveling at 7:00 p.m. through the security tight areas no sooner than the news of the damages reached. 
His Majesty in Gelephu (Source: FB)


Later in the evening, as I checked for updates on FB, one picture stood above all. His Majesty was inspecting the flooded areas in Gelephu, knee deep in flood water. The picture vividly explained everything. It said everything about the King we are blessed with, the genuine concerns a leader has for His people, the sincerity of His thoughts and actions for His people, the best way to say "I-care-for-you", and the most appropriate way to show "I-know-how-you-feel". 

No one can defy the wrath of natural calamities, for sure. But to have the Highest level Himself lending a helping hand to the people and assuring them of His care is one of a kind - one that is beyond words. Thank you, Your Majesty. 

Most of us sit within the comforts of our home watching the news either on television or FB and sending silent prayers. We feel hapless, though (am sure we all want to help in some ways or the other). But seeing how His Majesty took onto Himself this responsibility to be with His people is a thought worth for all days. Your Majesty, you lead our ways.

Source: FB

As citizens to be blessed under such a benevolent King, it is our national duty to pray for the well-being of our King. And this article is dedicated for His Majesty's long reign, that nothing is stoppable for Your kindness and love. With deepest respects.

Needless to say, our people felt "safe with the grace of His Majesty's presence". What more should we ask?