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Dajupa gi life
Pen. Note pad. Camera. Laptop. All these and the love for writing. That’s how life has been every day for the last eight plus years. Not the best memories to remember; but not the worst. Deadline pressure to a journalist is a reality, but mostly, self-made. As a working journalist I give you this fact,…
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who am i?
I was yesterday. I am today. I would be tomorrow. I am always. I am yes. I am not. Ever. Never. None. All. Who am I?
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Explosion
I am swelling About to explode I am killing myself Softly, naturally I will explode I will stain no one; nothing Smoothly, I shall vaporise And merge with the Kingdom of Love I am aching To speak the truth And erase the false I have constructed I am in the process of transformation I want to…
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Jamyang
For Jamyang Choden Dorji, 12, observing people at the bus stop in Phuentsholing is a way of life this past one month. She eyes for people in bigger groups with heavier luggage. There could be a pious Bhutanese far from the east headed for pilgrimage to India or Nepal. However, Jamyang Choden cannot neglect singles. With pilgrimage…
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Gangkha
Gangkha is an elegant village. Most would not have seen it. Between Chapcha (DANTAK premise) and Damchu bypass in Chukha, a small uphill farm road intersects from the Thimphu-Phuentsholing highway and leads to this serene village, six kilometres away. Rich in agriculture, potato is the primary crop farmers cultivate. Carrot, radish, peas, and beetroot are…
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An accidental job
I never knew I would become a news reporter. I never any important goals to polish my career. It was unexpected. Of course, like every growing child in Bhutan, I had long ago wanted to become a doctor but it was just a dream ambition. Sooner than I could even understand if I really wanted…
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Unmoved
I stand and stare For a long time Unmoved Here, there, near, and far People come and go The flow continues Nothing stops So many to see Yet I see nothing I find nothing to dare Nothing to learn; nothing to unlearn Sounds echo into silence Silence turns into sound There is nothing to listen…
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A world i see through the window
It is just another day of my life. Inside a small restaurant in Phuentsholing, I am listening to a soothing Hindi song. I am glued to one of the open windows. The warm wind enters from the window and gives a light brush on my face. The wind is gentle. Blissful. It is like an outcast feather of a flying hawk had mysteriously…
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Always say Brasil!
I don’t exactly remember the team and the players but the yellow dress shines vivid in the sepia flashbacks from my childhood days. It was Brasil. The first time I watched FIFA World Cup was in 1994. Watching then and now has a heaven and earth’s difference. In 1994, I watched my first bites of…
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A new father’s diary
Every details of the day my son was born remain fresh in my memories. Although the credit exclusively rests on my wife’s vigor in the labor room, I felt of having accomplished a Herculean task when the tiny boy wrestled out to the world with my eyes staring wide open. It was his first scream,…