Posts Tagged ‘death’
Elegy on the death of my brother
Untimely!
And twenty one, brimming with life.
His lonesome odyssey beyond mortal sight, Read more »
Going Home Forever
July 18th 1999. It was late in the evening sometime around 7; my brother, who was two years younger than me, was returning home after his interview for the Electrical Engineering scholarship at Thimphu. He was then in dilemma Read more »
A journey of lifeless heart
One cold wintry night I went searching solace after she left me crying for years. I scrambled up the mountains and over the hills. I endured the pain of that icy-cold night. I heard the sound of my panting heart beating heavily. Read more »
You have to be born Lucky
For once, I really turned pessimistic. If you have to be born lucky to get what you want in life, there is no point putting in hard work. There is no point in even trying. For once, I felt shattered.
But the point is not this. I also learned that we can in fact work on clearing off our karmic debt. That is the biggest consolation I found in my life. I could have well imagined that dying was the best option to get rid of suffering, or sadness. But still, I’m little at unease. Read more »
The Unseen Editor
The yeti’s Wife
(This story comes from Eastern Bhutan. I heard this story from my grandfather as I was helping him to herd our family cattle when we used to live in the village. I wrote this as a part of my assignment for my module -creative writing)
Long ago, Tshomo, a teenage girl lived with her parents in a remote village. They made their living by herding cattle. They took turn to graze their cattle in different grazing ground in different seasons. The cattle were shifted up in the highland in the summer and brought back to the villages in the winter. Read more »
The Realization
‘Baby, come to me! Come to mommy,’ she crooned. She cuddled the ‘baby’ and took her up and kissed her (it?)
I looked at her –surprised. Baby! I rolled the word in my head. How could she probably call her that? Wow! I went in my head. It’s a lot to call a dog and act like that even if it is a pet. The dog was least pretty and didn’t smell so good. Read more »
The Solitary Sleeper
The rough unpaved road converged on a small hamlet that lay half concealed in dense forest. I tramped the entire length of road, rejoicing in the way nature looked in the early spring. Everybody knows my craving and how crazy I am when it comes to rambling in our countryside. My mind was soaked in ecstasy with melodic birdsong in my ear; the verdancy of flora adorned the area and a little brook that sparkled added to the poignancy of my experience.
I dont know
Sometimes you were not there
And at times me
It was not less for love
The talking closed at the lips
Died a death Read more »
The Milkman
“Milk is good for children,” Uncle Bal Bahadhur, a local milkman would tell us. “It makes your bones and teeth strong. So, you grow big and tall…like your father and mother…”

