Winter in Tsirang
Arriving in Tsirang during the late weeks of July, I was unprepared for the chill that would later envelop the region. The initial humidity, accompanied by relentless sunshine, evoked vivid memories of my study days in Dhaka—days marked by sweltering heat interspersed with sudden rain showers. Yet, Tsirang, with its summer blooms and verdant grasslands reminiscent of the Swiss Alps, presented a striking contrast to the urban clamor of Dhaka. This place, steeped in beauty and communal warmth, offered a new chapter vastly different from my past experiences. Winter in Tsirang unveiled a different facet of life here. My colleagues, with their penchant for humor that treads the line between audacious and risqué, often find laughter in the least expected places. Despite their seemingly irreverent jokes, the camaraderie we share is a treasure, breathing life and laughter into even the coldest days. The routine of my mornings has evolved into a ritual of simplicity and reflection. Sunlight fil