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Mother's Lesson

Photo: HM's Official FB page

From the very first moment our beloved King announced the Gelephu Mindfulness City (GMC), I felt an overwhelming sense of hope and pride. 

It wasn't just another developmental project, it was a Royal dream for Bhutan's future. For me, it signified something much greater: the arrival of our "First World" experience, born from Bhutanese values and built on the foundations of mindfulness, sustainability and national unity.

I genuinely believe GMC will serve as a powerful gateway. A place where the world can experience Bhutan's unique philosophy of balancing development with nature. A space where we, as Bhutanese citizens, can learn, unlearn and rediscover how to live meaningfully and harmoniously.

Ever since the Royal announcement, I've been closely following the rapid developments taking place in and around Gelephu. There's a new energy in the air, a sense of purpose shared by every Bhutanese heart. It feels like the entire nation is coming together to honour this Royal assignment, contributing in every way possible to make this dream a reality.

As a citizen, I wanted to do my part — no matter how small. I chose to invest in ORO Bank shares, not only because of the promising annual return of 10%, but more importantly because I see it as a way to actively participate in nation building. I also contributed to the Gelephu Mindfulness City Nation Building Bond (GNBB). This wasn't an investment for profit, but a personal commitment to a future I want to be a part of.

These small contributions may seem modest, but to me, they carry deep meaning. One day, I'll proudly tell my children and grandchildren that I have a stake in this city, not just financially, but spiritually. A small part of me will forever live in Gelephu.

One of the most moving moments recently was the groundbreaking ceremony for the Gelephu International Airport (GIA). I followed every post, every image, every news. The designs by the world-renowned Bjarke Ingels Group (BIG) are breathtaking — a symbol of what's possible when bold vision meets cultural integrity. 

Yet, amid all the excitement and innovation, one photo stood out: a kupar of Her Majesty lovingly teaching Our Beloved Gyalseys how to hold a sickle and cut through bushes. That moment was simple, yet profoundly symbolic. It stirred something deep in me, a beautiful memory of my own childhood.

That image reminded me of something my own mother would have done. A gesture of guidance, patience and love. At that moment, I couldn't help but reflect - A mother truly is the first teacher of a child!

Curious, I turned to Google to validate this deep feeling. I was heartened to find that this belief is widely accepted around the world. As one source put it, "Yes, mothers are widely considered to be the first teachers of their children. From birth, they play a crucial role in shaping a child's development by providing care, guidance, and a foundation for learning."

It's a truth that rings across cultures, time and generations. And it's a truth I saw reflected in the royal image — a mother passing on not just knowledge, but values.

For me GMC is not just a city, it is a legacy in the making. And I am deeply grateful to play even the smallest part in it.

One day, when my children or grandchildren visit Gelephu and walk its roads, I will be able to say: "This city carries a part of me and a part of you, too."



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