The Talking Mountain

"Sir, would you like to buy a bicycle?" came a raspy voice of my vice-principal.   Bicycle 🚲 Biiiicyccccleeeeeeeeee 🚲🚲🚲   I never thought of it. Not even in my forgotten dreams. However, it was a good idea to experience a new thing in life.   He took long to convince us on the benefits and goodness of cycling. On the other hand he cleared that all the bicycles are used by tourists. He also reassured us that it should be like a new one. "Trek Company" is famous for bicycles. He excitedly said, "it is not only cheap but also versatile, smooth, comfortable, lightweight and has an attractive design".   I quickly checked the "company" and "brand" on the net. I have also checked its market price, design, height and other accessories. It was appealing in design and seems sexy to give a try once.    I shared my plan with my wife. To make our conversation short and easy, I told her that the company is offering at a cheaper rate and the bicyc...

Lately, I have been engaged with many activities. Perhaps, I am learning to stitch lots of different skills altogether –basketball, bicycling, reading, gardening, planting, cleaning, washing and even sleeping.    However, above all these activities, let me share my few weeks of baby steps in basketball. While one time, I had twisted my thumb and another time I had jammed my index finger. It was horribly painful but learning was fun.    It was only in my high school days that I came across this sport. Till then I have just participated in a few inter-class competitions and played a few other games, all "hum-drum". I never thought basketball needed such time and space to learn. As I grew up with the mindset that "academic" is the only means of survival. And never thought that basketball would be this attractive and fun to play and be around with the company of many friends.   I always grew up loving this sport. However, I have never got a chance to train...

It was late autumn of 2014 when I first met  Aila  Tshering by the roadside. Thereafter, I met her several times during my bird watching expedition.  Aila Tshering back in 2014-2017 Aila Tshering back in 2014 In a matter of a few years, she became really weak, fragile and in fact old. She is one of the elegant and attractive women I have met around the village. Back then she was strong and talkative. Now she has not only lost her weight but also became forgetful and lost her eyesight. It is equally sad to see that all her hair had turned grey. She can't remember the stories we used to share by the roadside. Perhaps, she used to be my Huckleberry Friend then.  I used to ask questions on "Birds." Her answers used to amuse me a lot "the number of birds have declined so much from her childhood days", but she didn't know the reason for it.  I have shared a few importance of birds to farmers.    Aila  Tshering is now 78 years old. Sh...

30 th  May (11.01 PM) Long been silent for the birth of Second Royal Baby due to COVID-19 pandemic. In fact, everything is in very rattling manners – bad economic situation, business closed, education shut, public in despair, a health worker in danger and government anxious. Deep inside of me is burning and longing to see the  Kupar  of the Second Royal Child. Every time I surf through my FB expecting some updates on the Royal Baby's photograph.  For weeks, I have been engaged with the book "under the holy lake" by Canadian author, Ken Haigh, who has once worked as a high teacher around the late 1980's in the eastern region. He has described his 2 years stay in Bhutan and particularly of East so impeccably.  It was almost 10:47 PM, I was reading through the last chapter and the last lines of his book, "…and yet for me, there is only one place: a green narrow valley in the eastern Himalayas, resting under the influence of a holy lake and an a...