Tshewang's Journal

Written in tribute to His Majesty the 4th Dragon King of Bhutan as a part of 60th Birth Anniversary celebration; an initiative of Royal Bhutanese Embassy, Dhaka; Bangladesh.   In the mystic Kingdom, of land blessed with the prayers of those long gone! The last Shangrila- The land of Medicinal Cypress Lays a tale that’ll resonate for eons from now, The legend spans, in the life that is yet to be foretold, Long before the coming, the prophecy revealed! By the greatest saint of then, Terton Drukdra Dorji In his prose he read “Oh! The jewel land! From the mom bearing a central tooth as white as the priceless conch Will bear a son that is as white, in his heart and out alike Shall bring eternal peace and prosperity to the Kingdom As said, the boy was born, unknown to what his fate may bring. Remarkable birth signs: heavens poured, the rainbows shone And in its equanimity- the birds chirped in natural uniformity His younger days had shown; of being a...

Dechen's hair swayed gently as the bus hummed along. Golden fringes highlighted her sparkling eyes, and a lone dimple graced her cheeks. The chill of the air brushed her crimson lips, adding a shiver to her already cold frame. Beside her, a man's occasional glances broke the monotony of the journey, stirring a mix of curiosity and discomfort within her. Lost in thought, Dechen pondered the sun's boundless energy, the birds' cheerful melodies, and the mysteries of the cosmos. Her contemplation was abruptly interrupted by the sound of a young girl's cry, sparking a cascade of thoughts about the cause of her distress. The momentary distraction of two men roaring past on a tractor, their shouts piercing the tranquility, snapped her back to reality. A sharp cry of pain jolted Dechen from her reverie. The safety pin from her muffler had come undone, pricking the man next to her. Apologizing profusely, she felt a wave of dizziness from the bus's relentless bumps. The m...