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Nima and Dawa were not twins as we, the Bhutanese, may think.  They were not even real brothers in the true sense of the word; they share a common mother, but from two different fathers, whom they never saw, let alone meet them.  They were half-brothers.  However, their love and affection for each other can beat any twin brothers’ any day.  They Read more »

“My parents got divorced when I was a kid.  And you know, the best thing is that both of them love me so much.  I have two sets of parents now.  I am so lucky.” Read more »

“The most beautiful and considerate woman she is,” would remark everyone. Tall and blond with her exquisite eyes placed perfectly in place on her flawless face, wearing the intricately woven and immaculately sewn dress, would she look extraordinarily heart thrilling to every eye that caught a glimpse Read more »

“Ama, you will not die,” Choki confidently told her mom who lay in the bed. Her mom smiled weakly with a dash of hope fleeting across her face. The oncologist had given her mom just few more days of life. Before her mom could detect the lump in her throat she picked up the tissue Read more »

 I wrote this story when I was in class twelve. It begged me huge marks for my English paper I. I was supposed to write on the theme, “Blood is thicker than water.” Read more »

After a decade, I met my uncle, Karma. Before that, I had just heard about him through his son Yonten. Uncle Karma is in his late 50s. He is slim, tall, and handsome even in his 50s. Nobody would believe that he has a grandson. Before meeting uncle Karma, I could not draw his clear picture in my Read more »

“Beep beep,” my mobile phone blinked. It said “One new message,” and I scrolled through to read that SMS message.

And when I finally opened it, it said;

Hi Keypa, I’ve com to meet u Read more »

The raindrops pelt lightly producing a rhythmic tune. “He kicked me here,” she points towards her lower ribs with her shaking fingers. I stare at her abdomen. I fight the urge to lift her T-shirt which boldly says I AM  HAPPY. Read more »

Dear grandma, I’ve often heard our elders and neighbours talk about Drongmaed family being filthy rich few generations ago, with its popularity spread far and wide. Upon hearing this again and again, I only wonder where all those riches went. But it is all the more better for us, so as not to have any disputes over it, although hardships at times were unbearably painful. Read more »

“Thinley, you got any cash?”

“No, Karma might be having some,” they looked at Karma.

Karma shook his head and asked, “Why?” Read more »

The next day, Deki got up early. She was preparing breakfast in the kitchen. The rays of morning sun hit directly on the face of Karjey that woke him up too. He straight away pulled his mobile phone from the corner and checked his call records. It did not show any records of last night’s mysterious calls. Read more »

When Sonam fell in love with Deki it was never meant to be a nuptial love and nor was it a wanton feelings for her luscious appeal. It started with a dog-shit and he wondered if his fate could have changed if he did not save her sitting on the fresh turd. Read more »