Sporadic Whispers: Musings of a Part-Time Writer

When people ask me where I am from, my answer always differs but all of them have one thing in common; they have two parts. Oh wait, there are two things in common; one is mentioned above and the other one is that I was born and raised in Thimphu. I am from Kurtoe but I was born and raised in Thimphu; I am from Sarpang but I am from Thimphu. Originally from Zhemgang, census is in Sarpang but I was born and raised in Thimphu (this one has three parts). I feel that I am a part of Thimphu as is Thimphu a part of me and I kind of feel proud whenever I say that I am from the capital. May be that’s the reason, you know, hailing from the capital city. This doesn’t mean that I am not proud of my origins from both my parents’ sides. From my father’s side, I am from Kurtoe, Lhuntse. And what can make me more proud than this? It’s the ancestral home of our beloved monarchs. At this point I would like to point out that people who are from Lhuntse are not all Kurtoeps. The people of Kurtoe gewo...

Go around and ask people anything about love and the most common answer you'll get is "love hurts". But does it really hurt? Is it really love that hurts? I know I still have a lot to see and hear and experience but I think I have a good enough grasp about this love business. I am not going to talk about what love actually is or that other people's concept of love is false or any of that stuff. This is what I personally think about love. Personally I don't think that love hurts. It's the things that drag along that hurt. It's the misunderstandings, miscommunications and fear; the fear of 'No', the fear of breaking up, the fear of someone meddling. It's like a rose, you know, the petals are beautiful but to get to them you have to go through the thorns. It's not the flower itself that is hurting you but the thorns that are around it, protecting it that inflict the pain.  When people are in "love" they experience so many things...

It’s been some time since my last post (like always) but it’s not like I haven’t been trying. I start out with a piece and then something always manages to push me away before I can finish it. But I guess today I really need to break the ice. May be pouring out my feelings that I have had inside me will help me clear my mind and finally find some peace. This post might just turn out to be like an entry in a diary but it is okay I guess. Everyone has to start somewhere. First thing off my mind, I am a kind of person who over thinks a lot. And I mean a lot!!! For instance, I am 22 years old right now and haven’t been in a single relationship this whole time. So naturally this pops into my head every now and then. Normally what people in the same shoes might think about will be about how to go about asking someone out, what to say, who to ask and stuff like that. But me, I’m different. I don’t mean that I don’t think about such stuff, I just think more than that. One day I was think...

It has kept me awake Through countless sleepless nights My hand starts shivering Heart beat increased two-folds I can’t think of anything else My efforts render useless It’s the truth I fear the most. I have read in so many books And heard from so many great minds I know there is no escape There is nothing anyone can do And I accept that it’s inevitable Alas! I am but only a mere human I fear it like so many others Every bit of me wants to reject it. It’s the truth that saddens me the most. It helps during grim days; I know it’ll be over soon But it’s not much of a help either When the sun is shining bright; It tells me that This too will be over soon. It’s the truth that confuses me the most.

Hey, I hope everything is good where you are. I am kind of doing good too, you know, like always..... tik tik chi ra. It’s just like how it was back then, I want to tell you a lot of things but I don’t know how and where to start. There is no denying that I still miss you. I still dream about you and it helps sometimes, especially when I am feeling low. In the last one, I dreamt that we were back in school and there was some kind of function going on. And I was just stalking you, avoiding direct eye contact. It felt real, because even in my dream I couldn't gather up the courage to talk to you or even walk up to you. And then suddenly you walked up to me and asked me to pass you the glass (which magically appeared) behind me. I obliged. Then we started talking about stuff and somehow ended up fixing a date of some sort. And then suddenly, like in a movie, we fast-forwarded into the near future. We were walking near your house, holding hands (I even tried my hand on a little...