Finally, I was able to give some time to my long forgotten blog. I have changed the title (from "Memoirs and Musings" to "Life in Phuentsholing" ) and I wish to continue my passion for writing once again.
To begin with, I turned 38 this year. Thanks to the saline waters of Phuentsholing, today I have more gray hairs on my head than my elder brother do. Thanks again to the prosperous Phuentsholing, I now weigh mighty 84 compared to fitting 73 of my Paro days. Despite the relentless heat, dust and pollution of Phuentsholing, my kids seem to like the air in Phuentsholing. They are growing up nice and big. Recently, I discovered the reason behind my shapeless slippers. Pelden, my elder daughter has been using them, the whole time!. Now I am afraid, she might as well use my brand new sneakers. I paid a fortune of Rs. 2500 to buy them! Online! She is not even thirteen and I wonder what number of shoes she will wear in days to come. My other girl, Sonam turned 10 yesterday. I was bit nostalgic for the fact that her birth took me to the most dreaded place on earth. To the police station and subsequently to the Court of law. (it's a long story still available on my blog to read) While having our breakfast, I wished her a happy birthday. She ran towards me and gave me the longest hug of her life. I asked her what gift she wanted from me. She said "CAKE". My youngest girl, Nima has changed a great deal too. From a chubby boy-looking baby, she has now become a fashion minded girl with passion for singing. On the other side, my only son, Jamtsho has been switching between Toepisa and Phuentsholing. Thanks to her granny, he was brought up in a village, -away from the metro junks. He is not even four but has a body of six! How can I not consider this as blessings? At time his obsession for trucks and trailers makes me wonder whether he is an incarnate truck driver!
Last June, on one ominous day, I got my promotion proposal rejected. There is a charm in facing rejection, some people say, but it was difficult for me to believe the out come. In an utterly unceremonious fashion, I was handed back my mountains of documentary evidences. For now all I can do is to look back and see why things did not fare well.