Blessed

Some people can really understand us without even communicating. Even if we try to hide the sadness they would somehow make out that something is wrong. Even if we say that everything is all right, they would know that something is not ok.  And when days seems frustrating and sad they would make call when you need them the most as if like they were watching your every move. As if they were standing by our side like an invisible angel. Yet so far they would make us feel like they were there with us. And I am blessed to have someone like you by my side my dearest Big B(Your name in my phone book brother). Without you I know I won’t have the courage to face the world. You are my best friend, a mentor and an inspiration. You stood by my side when I was shinning bright, you stood by my side when I drowned, you didn’t judge me, you accepted me the way I was and you made me realize who I was and what I should do. I guess blood is thicker than water. Thank you brother for everything

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Learning local dialect

As a child growing up in the western part of the country, to be very specific Thimphu Dechencholing, my parents never felt the need to teach us local dialect. Both inside the home and outside, the only language we used for conversation was Dzongkhag, our national language.   However, in the school emphasis was given more in speaking in English and there was a time when we were threatened to impose with penalty if we talk in Dzongkha.   We would of course try to speak in English but use to land up giggling or laughing when we converse in English.   Of course, the scenario has completely changed after two and half decades since I left high school. After high school I went to undertake my undergraduate course at the College of Science and Technology in Rinchending. There I met lots of friends who studied and lived their entire life in the eastern part of the country. Most of these students communicate in a local dialect known as Sharchop. And that is when I felt the import...
Read more

Three PhD

In the year 2017 when I was looking after a site for the construction of maternal child health I came across an interesting man who told me about the three PhD. He said that most people working in the remote places have the privilege to do two PhD and if lucky enough three PhD. I didn’t agree with him at the beginning. Getting just one PhD will be a dream come true for most of us, if not most, definitely for me. He said that first PhD is the normal PhD those ambitious people pursue. I nodded in agreement. If you are complacent, pursuing PhD will just be a dream. I have always admired those who have walked those stairs and wondered how wonderful and challenging the journey might have been. He then went on to describe second PhD. When you are placed in the remote place and there isn’t much opportunity for you to grow. You tend to practice the same thing, chewing the same gum again and again. Life becomes boring and you start to seek solace in other practices. You start drinking and...
Read more

Healing through family

I moved back to Thimphu in the early days of winter 2025. That first morning, I joined my mother on the balcony, the sun already warming our faces. We sat together, sipping black tea, and watched the landscape unfold before us. The houses seemed to have multiplied, the hillsides reshaped—this place had undergone a complete metamorphosis since I'd left in 2011 for college and then for my post in one of the most remote districts. An opportunity for which I will always be grateful. For eight years, I'd been a stranger to this kind of stillness. I had been alone, moving from one place to the next, becoming so consumed by work that I neglected both my health and my family. This moment with my mother, a quiet conversation about topics we held dear, was the first time we'd truly connected since my graduation. As we talked, an indescribable peace settled over me. It felt like a gentle balm, healing the wounds from a breakdown I'd suffered just months before. In that quiet mome...
Read more