Tshewang's Journal

Beneath a sun cloaked in the ashes of a faded love for humanity, Dhaka stirs. Rain falls sparingly, clouds a constant annoyance against the city's relentless rhythm. A cold breeze dances amidst the cacophony, carrying the early chirps of birds that haven't yet witnessed dawn. Crows caw, one leading the chorus with a mocking hump. Car horns blare, drivers sour-faced as they navigate the May Day chaos. Back in the room, an avalanche of books awaits. Medical and non-medical tomes stacked precariously, their bumps a testament to a quiet quest for knowledge. A Sutra, draped in an orange scarf, whispers the wisdom of long-gone Buddhist masters. A large fan hangs uselessly from the ceiling, a relic of a warmer season. On the wall, an old calendar declares 2014 a distant memory. Yet, a deafening silence prevails. The closet, five bars of soap, the study table, even the badminton rackets - all stand frozen in a silent tableau. Only the rhythmic tick of the quartz clock breaks the stilln...

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...