Tshewang's Journal

Hello Everyone, As the clock ushers in a new year, I find myself marveling at the relentless pace of time. Reflecting on 2012 brings a mix of emotions: joy, sorrow, achievements, and the bittersweet feeling of moving on. It's now 2013, a fresh start, and I'm compelled to share my thoughts on a year that was anticipated with doomsday predictions that never materialized, marred by tragedy like the heart-wrenching incident in Connecticut, and a heinous crime in India that dominated headlines. In essence, 2012 was a blend of the mundane and the tumultuous, serving as a reminder of life's dual nature—its joys and sorrows, its beauty and darkness. For me, 2012 was largely a positive journey. Despite a few low points, the highs undoubtedly made the ride worthwhile. The initial rush of securing my place at Dhaka University soon gave way to the rigorous academic life of a medical student, an experience enriched by friendships I treasure deeply. Emotional ups and downs were part and ...

After a rejuvenating two-month hiatus, I've returned to Dhaka to continue my undergraduate journey, marking this as my first post since my arrival five months ago. The solitude sometimes prompts me to question the decision-making of the scholarship division for not pairing me with fellow students in this alien environment. Dhaka, with its unchanging landscape, dusty air, relentless traffic, and the seemingly perpetual construction of an underground pipeline, feels as unfamiliar as ever. The city's streets, filled with the same beggars reaching out to strangers and cars honking incessantly, starkly contrast the quieter, more orderly streets of Thimphu. Despite the chaos, I've found a warmth in the Bangladeshi people that's undeniably genuine. If the quality of friendship were measurable, the locals here would undoubtedly score high. Yet, the language barrier presents a unique challenge, with my limited Bangla and their struggle with English creating a comedic yet frustra...

In the quiet town that nestled between tradition and the pulse of modern life, Karma found herself at a crossroads, carrying a secret that would alter her path forever. The news of her pregnancy brought a storm of emotions, but none so poignant as the moment she decided to share this revelation with Chencho, the man she believed to be the father. Their reunion was a tapestry of unspoken words and suppressed feelings, underlined by the gravity of Karma's condition and the uncertainty of their future together. Chencho's reaction was a blend of disbelief and fear, his mind racing through the implications of this unexpected turn in their lives. The conversation that unfolded under the shade of the eucalyptus was charged with tension, each word heavy with the weight of decisions yet to be made. Chencho, grappling with the societal and familial expectations placed upon him, saw escape in the form of a drastic suggestion — an abortion, a solution that offered a way out but stood in st...