Feeling the Missing........

The stone in my heart has just started to become lighter and lighter that suddenly, it feels so damn heavy with the approaching date for me to leave the place which i couldn't find any reason to love in the beginning. It has now unexpectedly encircled me warmth of it's hidden beauty. The nectar of joy just poured on the buds of my tongue that now i have the letter on my hand which is asking me that i no longer belong here.

The extreme struggle of not being able to adjust in Mongar forced me to put for a transfer. I accepted the challenge for not being spoon fed and learn through hardship, the way to grab independence for the first 4 months of 2016 but soon my pillar of holding on just broke and finally i sealed my sign on to the transfer application.I desperately wanted to leave the place at that moment.

I don't remember how the time sped forward bullet fast after that because, soon i saw my mundane face turning into contentment day after day, my lips curving into smile weeks after weeks and my mind getting cleared months after months. I saw myself surrounded with new set of friends who wouldn't go hangout without me, who would make me into a crazy laughing buddha when being accompanied by them, and pasted unfathomable polarized memories into the 2016 album of my life.

Tshering, Chimi, Tashi, Lg boss, my immediate neighbours whom i was reluctantly avoiding them for the 1st few months being a stranger. Well, fate played its sweet melody without our knowledge. We became the squad for doing crazy stuffs thereafter disturbing the other neighbours time and again with our undiscovered alien voices, dancing, having meals together daily like a family.

Soon, a new member, Sither joined and she was the queen of all crazy, funny, psychic but of all, the kindest. Only after few gatherings, did we come to know how she, herself was drowning into the ocean of depression and sadness that she still mentions,," You all pulled me out of the dark ocean into which i was almost neck down". Her personal life was a living hell that, we came to her life as a saviour and i am sure, the almighty planned so. We all believe so and will keep doing so.

As the year 2016 was nearing end, and as the tide of time went flying, we were soon introduced to same flock of psychic friends. Common factor being Tshering, we came to know Sampa, Bir, Jigme, Dorji, Sangay, which was a 1:1 match for our group.

My 1 melancholy life in Mongar became 10 strong band of happiness by the end of the year.
 It was in the mid of sipping the juice of Mongar's beauty with my squads that i was ringed to inform my transfer to Thimphu has been approved. THUD!!!! I completely forgot i even applied for transfer.

I almost jumped with joy but WAIT!. The excitement for approval was short lived; only for few seconds. I saw the laughing, smiling faces of my friends there and to my surprise, i felt the pinch of sadness for having to leave them at once. How the samsaric life of human play games with the emotions. I am always reminded, "Nothing is Permanent". To one point, i almost had the urge to cancel but there, i got a call from my mom how happy she was with me coming to be near her. She has been ill for a very long time with an unknown disease and she almost told how she wanted me, her son who is working in hospital wants to be with me.

Priority always to my parents. I now accept the gamble of Khorwa. It has always been difficult for me to accept the fact of departing with my loved ones. But, i optimistically believe what ever happened, it happened good. You leave your friends here, you have your old set of friends anxiously waiting there; the colleagues here are left out but your new staffs there have decorated door for welcoming me. Change is inevitable. Let me munch it up.

World isn't large and now with the technology reaching peak of standardization, you always bump to each other. I thank almighty for letting them come into my life even it was for a short duration of time. I will miss you all. Mongar was all beautiful because of you all!.

Hibernating Blogger Comeback

I feel dumb and mute for a moment when i write this post, being guilty at the most and making useless excuses to myself for not being able to provide air of literature to my blog for these long months.

My last post was on August 2015 and i went on an hibernating excuse for 5  months. But one thing kept me very busy for sure, the most important task of every student when they complete their degree, especially the Bhutanese .i.e. RCSE.
From the 1st day of your school where you shit on your shorts for being too afraid to ask your teacher for a recess grant, the time where you get thrashed hard on the palm from your Dzongkha Lopen for spelling wrong, your Geography madam rolling the floor globes to explain the concept of day and night, brain wracking theories and derivations of Physics and one question of differentiation and integration of maths covering up whole of you long notebook, getting a cross remark from your strict teacher; till the time where you walk carrying thick textbooks appearing to be a medical student for 4 long years in college. The journey of learning ABC to the knowledge of current profession, the fate of almost all Bhutanese student is all sealed upon on one exam, RCSE. High expectations from your parents push oneself to give their best because all your parents want is our secure future and RCSE gives you that. I too saw my parents sweat all those years to give me the best education possible and if i could see tears of happiness when i make it through, then i wouldn't have wanted anything else.

By God's grace and through my own determination, i broke through that barrier and nothing could give me joy more than seeing ocean of happiness in their eyes on 9th of December. I couldn't resist but scribble a long paragraph of gratitude to all those who helped me through the journey of that success and especially to my beloved parents.  

I desperately wanted to get placed in the capital for my parents were there but guess what! I didn't. I put faith in god consoling myself for i believe, "whatever happens, it happens for a good" and kick started my journey towards the eastern Bhutan. I grew up playing in the dusty sands of Thimphu and now, i knew my career adulthood was fixed in Mongar. Everything has a reason and i hope there is a big chunk of reason for i was flown  farthest away from west to extreme east. "Impermanence", once again stroke my mind when i had to wave good bye to my family and relative. A huge challenge lay ahead of me. I was moving into a place where i knew no one, i had no relative, nor friends and i am still struggling to fit myself in.

It had been the longest one month of my life.With some connection from my relative and a friend, i managed a small one room quarter. I had my Father accompanied for one week and setting myself well, i had to see him off as well. After that, the only sound i could hear in my home was my own breath. I would doze off time to time only to wake up and stare at the blank wall. I used to take a stroll around Mongar town and would be back home withing 30 minutes, yes! that was the size of the town.

 I understand that everything takes time and i am sure, i will feel better. I already started to feel so. I am removing every bits of opportunity for the crazy mind to wander around. Many a times, i have heard and read about the challenges people face during their first time venture into a journey unknown and i know, the time has knocked on my door now. Before at home, i didn't have to bother if the sugar bottle was getting empty nor i had to worry if the rice was finishing but now, as the month ends, i see myself getting concerned for those things that usually my parents did. I am learning to be independent and i see myself growing mentally in terms of handling the real life situations.

Well, i thought to cover up with few excuses(hehe) why my blog was lost but landed up writing about my first time experience into the new phase of my life. But, i think all those in my thoughts hooked me and seized my hands for a very long moment. I will not dissappoint myself or others anymore and keep the update for i got lots of things to write and share about. So, please keep visiting my blog.

Towards the Namdroling paradise. Part 3.

Into the heavenly realms of gaylug, kagyud and nyingma studies, inserting purity of sacredness in the form of blessing, we had ourself inside every monastery towards every reach from our stay.
Magnificently standing there for more than 30 years, the temples are the echo of thousand tibetans crying for their homeland, monks for their religious freedom and childrens for their himalayan toys. The traditions and cultures well preserved and the temples destroyed in Tibet are rebuilt in every part of their refugee settlements. It is so painful to learn that the rinpoches and great lamas of Tibet are all struggling to keep their Tibet alive for the future generations, moving around the world spreading the message of non- violence.

With our gelong guide, we visited each and every lhakhang whose doors remain usually closed but was open in all when we reached.

After feeling spiritually satisfied, we reached back to our dormetory and there was our proprieter, our boju, 76 year old angaay. She invited us for a tea and we had a long conversation about her family and her life. Winkles marked around her face but smile shinning ever green, softly would her voice flow with an accent of a pure tibetan. She showed her care towards us like her own grandchildren and we could feel presence of grandmotherly love. She lives there all by herself, a house built by her son who is a khenpo. She says, " with my Sons prayers, I can still run, move and jump like a child" when we said, she looks so strong even at that age.

 With our Boju!!

The next morning, when we were to leave, she again invited us for tea and it was very touching she had woken up early, keeping a small glass of milk to prepare us a tea. She gave us a wonderful hug and a kiss when we came out of house. A bell of emotional thud surrounded our heart. It was as though we were going back to college after being on a vacation with our famiily.

With a final goodbye, we made our journey back to our college after feeling fulfilled and packed with blessings.

Towards the Namdroling Monastery. Part 2.

Brightly colored spectrum of VIBGYOR scattered into an arc above the shinning golden plated statues as if the god and goddesses of heaven has seated immobile guarding the purity of the sacred temple. A sudden gush of peaceful feeling prick the heart of every viewer visiting for the first time as soon as the arc of heavenly rainbow is spotted.

"Gateway towards the paradise", should it had been, the entry majestically leads to Zangdopelri and the huge golden temple. Trees well nurtured which were planted years before when Penor Rinpoche with few monks took refuge in this land after the Tibetan invasion, has now shooted up so beautifully that a remarkable difference can be made between the vegetation within the monastic premises and the vegetation little bit further away.


  It is said that the temple was built with only 300 rs that His Holiness Penor Rinpoche had when he first came there in 1960s. Only the ground floor was built at first, slowly the 2nd,3rd and the 4th were added.

Two of us, after our nap for 2 hours, put on our gho and started our venture towards the cleansing our mind into the Zangthopelri Zhingkham.

With a sacred expression of sadness, the ground floor carries the statue of Guru Rinpoche and it is said when Penor Rinpoche had himself liberated from the earth, the statue grieved as well and a marked difference in its expression is recorded in a footage before and after the His Holiness. It was un-believable.

Up above on the 2nd floor had the statue of Guru Rinpoche with his two consorts on either sides. Towards the left was the Penor Rinpoche's statue in a meditating position. After he breathed his last, his body had been in that position for 7 days.

On the 3rd was the Chenrig Zig and the top most had the statue of Lord Buddha.
The temple was a depiction of how the real Zangthopelri existed in the heaven which we ordinary beings would perhaps never get to be there.

"GOLDEN TEMPLE", as it is said to have been named by a foreigner and is spread like wise, lies few meters away from the Zangthopelri. A small opening leads way into a giant hall with giant statues of Lord Buddha at the middle, Guru Padmasambhawa towards the right and Yepamey statue to the left in the far end of the hall. The walls painted brightly depicting the history of god and goddesses in their search towards truth, attaining nirvana and subdueing the evils.

Hundreds of indian tourist crawled over the floor, some coming in, some out, mostly snapping pictures. We offered our prayers and headed towards Droelma lhakhang.

The area surrounding monasteries had flowers, green tall trees and grasses growing fresh all over. Well plated flat stones in between as if the sacred garden of heaven was brought plucked from above.  If one wish to experience paradise, Mysore monastery will have you in.

Our first day visit ended with some Tibetan momo and indian biriyani. Traditional Tibetan shops occupied the area outside the gate with ant- like tourist crawling all along the streets. Finally, we headed back to our room for the second night doze off.

Coming home again!!!

There is no other joy greater than the joy of knowing that you are going back to your country, your people, your home and your family after a long, long years stay outside. Every year, at this point, excitement builds, energy thrives and patience struggles as the mind is hurried to make a go and step on the earth of motherland.

I am done with my final year as of now till the result is out which would probably be during January month, which means i have an extra days, weeks and a month to be spent this time at home unlike previous vacations which would only be for a month.

Enthusiasm and marbles of anxiety is jumping inside me. Many thoughts and feeling, unexplainable excitement is taking over me these days. Being out of the borders, browsing net, reading and viewing the events, news, programmes and seeing the pictures of our family gone to a picnic, pilgrimage, adventures etc, makes us feel so much wanting to be there and be a part of it.

There's a whole lot of things that is planned inside my head, that i am to do back home. Well, nothing as such but eating  job job of bhutanese dish  is my first priority in the list which i would not delay even an hour after stepping in the sands of Phuentsholing. I am so done with the bindi, sambar, plain dal, yellow yellow curries whose names which i still do not know. Even the thought of this food chokes me to feel like a vomit. I just wonder  how the hell for three long years, have i been eating those. But i am thankful for i have reached till here because of its metabolism.
Red swelled up yuechum, cheessy cheese ema datshi, shiny slime sikam along with giant ema marb and dried norsha gote, ohh!!, the thought of it itself makes my mouth watery.

Second is to have adventurous rounds in and along the mountainous paths, breath in the mist of fresh and cool air, listen to the birds chirping in the dense evergreen forest. This time, i wil have winter season all to my self. Sweating in the heat of raichur and biting and clapping drama with mosquites has all scalded off my skin rough with red spot appearances. I just wish, snow falls early this year, densely covering whole of thimphu white all over. I haven't seen snow for the past three years and i just got to get covered in it once.

Well, many more are in my list. I would have it done when the time comes. So nature of Bhutan, wait for me, i'm coming!!!

You will all be remembered dearly Dear seniors: Will Miss you all.

Farewell always reminds us the ultimate law of nature, "We are born once to die and we meet, once to depart". Dying is inevitable, we have got no control over that fate. But departure does not really depart us forever, there are moments where we catch up again and relive those days of past.

Yesterday was the day, a farewell to our seniors, soon to be passing out from the college and stepping into the new phase of their life. They have spent 4-5 years of their time, happy and sad, all together in this college. Being the first Bhutanese students, i'm sure they have had worst first year of their life. Only about seven of them, deserted place, dry and rock occupied location in the corner near the Karnataka-Andhra Pradesh border with people mostly uneducated,backward and they hardly even spoke hindi. Despite all of this discouraging environment, they paved the road and built a small space filled with promising blossoms in this place called Raichur and college of Navodaya Medical College. For the first time, unique Bhutanese names were added with pride to the Navodaya Family.

As the seed to the college was already planted, the next batch of students got to eat the fruits that had ripened. It was our batch who plucked those fruits of hardship that our seniors sowed before. It was more than 20 of us, bunch and a bundle of us. We were many and they were few, despite that, they gave us the best welcome party and a trip to the Amtalab park. The memories stay afresh and i still remember every moment of it.

Year by year, more and more Bhutanese got added to the family of Navodaya and finally, "Bhutanese in Raichur" page got established and the first Bhutanese students of association(BSA) formed. Size has bulged a lot now and we can hold the status of being a "china population".:D. The most coolest BSA where we keep "One Nation, One People" as our prime focus and i am sure, there isn't such in other colleges in India(even if there is, ours is the best..lol)

Our population then(2011)

 Our China population now :D

Our achos and azhims were the roof and pillars for the Bhutanese building blocks. They were the most calm and coolest seniors ever. We have had several problems, we made them go through troubles, embarrassment and still then, they stood strong hard beside us protecting and defending us in every possible way. Now that they are leaving, it feels as if the roof and the pillars are also being blown away by the wind. But there is no way we can hold them back, now its time for them to live their life, settle for the life and get paid for all this years of staring into thick books and striving hard in a process to acquiring  knowledge. Once we will also go through it, time which will knock every individual's door.

Yesterday's programme brought several untold words, appreciation and gratitude, both from juniors as well as from seniors. Thank you Acho Phelgye for sharing about the day of your darkness and we are so glad that you let it out on that special moment. As i told, you are still healthy and handsome that many more girls will love you and we will always pray for you to live 1000  more years(hehe). Thank you all seniors for your advice. All of us will take that as a reminder to why we have come to college. Thank you brothers and sister for actually not being like brothers and sisters but rather treating us like your friends. Acho Ugyen told he felt like a celebrity with cameras flashing from all sides. Well, all of you are like a celebrity to us, a role model who has set an example for us to balance between studies and enjoyment, who taught us to never leave the hand of our beloved and you guys have showed us the role of being a senior not as senior but as a protective elder and a friend. I would also like to thank the nursing seniors who passed out last year, gratitude beholds equally for you guys as well but sorry for we couldn't arrange anything like this last year. Miss you all!

Thank you juniors and friends as well for your wonderful cooperation.I especially wanted to thank Mr. Jangchuk dorji(we call him John) for  showing up "unexpectedly". Well, everybody was shocked but seniors were so glad to have seen coming him forward at a moment like that.Back in hostel, he told me he was quite worried he wont get a chance(hahaha).Thank you Kamal Potter for your sharing your "otom" incident with Ana sonam choki. It seems her "otom" didn't actually pain you much but rather touched your heart for you admitted the "fact" that you had "crush" on her(if i say so, in your own words). It was a fun 2 hour event, short and sweet.

Personally, i am so glad you guys liked the gift for i am taking the credit of the idea. Memories of all are scooped and is made in that square which would stay hanged on the wall of your houses in the future reminding you all that you had a fellow juniors like us. A final BIG THANK YOU to you all and i wish you guys luck in the journey ahead of your life.

 Wish you all the best seniors: Never say goodbye!!

Belated 106th National day celebration.

Been long time without update but i have just got a full long and colorful moment to share with you guys.
I was suppose to update on Monday only but because i couldn't get hold of the pictures, i could only do it today. Hope you guys enjoy reading it.

17^th December. In Bhutan.

“Smelling of fresh pine leaves and the artificial turf all lit up, the ground is all set to receive the Bhutanese family, which will come together today to celebrate the 106th National Day. With thousands of butter lamps being lit in the honour of our kings, the day of 17^th December in Bhutan began with Changlimithang stadium turning into colorful events and people across the country got the attend the K5 address”, source:kuensel.

In Raichur.

17th December.In Raichur

And here we were, on our usual days. Most of us attending classes while few skipped  trying to celebrate the day by themselves listening to the online streaming of what was happening in  Changlimithang. We didn’t receive funds early to celebrate on the particular day of 17^th because of which the day turned out to be normal as usual and dull for us while Bhutan was singing and dancing with celebrations. But we got our funds in  the  first week of January, and  we  had to had the day fixed on the 26^th of the month, which was falling on Sunday, coincidentally with the Republic day of India. While Indians celebrated theirs, we Bhutanese gathered to celebrate ours and together on the same day, we celebrated “One Nation One people”.

26^th January.

The morning of 26^th was very busy for me as the alarm woke me “tiger up” at 6.00 a.m unlike the usual one. I had the stage of the venue to be decorated. I woke few of the biker friends of mine and left for the first activity of the day. Jamyang, the “jolly bolly” girl of our college was the only girl there with us in the early morning and she was the brained system for what kind of design was to be put upon on our venue hall. Filled with enthusiasm and tirelessly working, she turned the dull hall into a lively, colorful, balloons and ribbons filled and made ready the stage for the great event following. Everything was made perfect. The cooks and the music system coordinators arrived soon and they started their work. The only thing left was to make ourselves ready.

With Jolly Bolly Jamyang.

I came back to hostel and freshened up myself, put on my national attire, styled my hair left and right especially for the three items of performances awaiting me. As I reached there, I saw almost all of our girls have occupied the seats, shining brilliantly with their best outfits and make ups. Most of the boys’ seats were empty though. I wondered, world has changed, boys seems to take longer time than girls now but actually most boys were involved in cooking business and other activities.

WELCOME ALL

With the Vice president, Miss. Sonam Deki’s  wonderful, short and sweet welcome note, we kick started our day. Along with Namgay jigs and Mnzung lhamo’s nigh tangled voice , me and my group performed our  welcome dance with traditional choreographs. Followed, a wonderful romantic couples dance by our second year groups. Next, it was kinley² , two kinleys filling the air with their sweet, charming voices.

One after another, items continued and soon, it was time for some fun activity. A real couple game. We 

called upon 5 couples of our college and made them stand near a series of red, romantic balloons in front of them. All the boys were blind-folded and the girls guided them towards the balloons. Whoever blasted the balloons open first would take the prize with them. Finally it was our Devendra and Deo Maya. Scientist(T.Namgay) started before time, so disqualification had its rule upon, otherwise he would have got the gift one for himself and another for Tenzin deki.

COUPLE OF THE DAY: DEVENDRA AND DEO MAYA

CULTURAL PROGRAMMES

First part of fun time was over. We were to resume our next item that suddenly, Raichur electricity showed their ill side. Everything was silent, the wooing of fan was gone, lights were out. But we had another game planned. While the lights came back, it was time for another fun game. To cherish our childhood, we brought alive a memory of our sports day. A “BALLOON FIGHT” among all the boys. Three brothers also made their way in. After few minutes, all Big, little, beard bearing Boys gathered with balloons hanging onto their left leg. With a start signal,  we could hear balloons blasting. All searching for their prey. One by one, the group become smaller. It was very funny seeing all grown up adults selfishly  playing like a primary school children. Finally, only two, Dophu Tshering and T.penjor had their dual and guess, senior had the stronger energy. T.Penjor won and to award the prize, we called upon Chencho tshen Eddy wangmo , all the way from kitchen.

Balloon Fight

Lights were still out. We decided to resume with speakers connected and it was loud enough to be heard by all. Jigme seldon made her solo entry with a zabardast hindi dance, followed by a duet song by Scientist and Tenzin Deki. After that, a couple dance by non other than myself(:P) and Jamyang. With the remix of songs, we had a strong romantic chemistry build up but it was not strong enough for all the audience to cheer up with loud response. Jamyang had her best, she is the best!!! After few more items, I could see the hunger in the faces of all the audience. Everybody’s minds were somehow diverted towards the kitchen side and as soon as we informed them about the lunch, maximum jumped out of the chair with joy.(:P). With Karma’s rocking song, we proceeded for lunch.

All the energy and hard work of our cooks were well absorbed in the food. I could notice the gulp at the middle of everyone’s throat while the servers were serving the food. No idea of being “tshe chen nga”, I guess all of us had our plates licked off with delicious chicken curry. Mushroom datshi had its flavor touched the taste buds of all the tongue holders with spicy chillies.(hahoooo…). I guess maximum of the boys came back to have the second  and even third share  this time, couldn’t miss the opportunity. Hahaha!!

Jigme seldon's Kamali kamali and Phuntsho Wangmo with Bhahara. Both got a SWAG!!!

Well, that was all about our lunch. Heavily loaded, everyone settled back to their seats. But I was little worried now. Not only me, but my dance mates too. Since we were full, not in a condition to jump because all three of us knew about the breaking and jumping choreographs we had in our item.  Phuntsho Wangmo set  the stage floor with her charming “bhahara”  scent . Everyone enjoyed her dance which was filled with enthusiasm, passionate and full of expression. I salute her for the great talent and interest in Dancing.

With only about three more items, we had the final and the most interesting item of all. Actually the third part of fun game. The most oldest and the most interesting game, the “MUSICAL CHAIR”. We wanted everyone to participate but since we were many, we had it divided into two groups. The first group of volunteers came reluctantly. Everyone had that small urge to join but the “kambagd DIL” filled with shyness hold all back. Anyway, we had all the chairs filled with one extra member. Music “ON”, everyone made a round, their eyes fixed on the chairs and ears towards the song. “STOP”, a large crackle of the sound of chair and laughter bursted out. Some even fell upon a chair one upon another and even a chair got broken. A totally funny site to have witnessed. The second volunteers came willingly and much easily without having to pull them up. They enjoyed the game and wanted to try for themselves.  Boys dominated the last few rounds with only Sonam chimi to represent the girls. I think Sonam Chimi had made a mind that, she would get hold of the last chair no matter what and yeah…she did it. She took of our last prize and with that, we were done with all the items of the day.

We took a whole lot of pictures with all our Bhutanese family members in Raichur

Jam session as a part of modern ending and Tashi labay as our traditional culture, we concluded the day with outmost satisfaction. The event was worth remembering and a memory to be made alive when we are old. Sorry for those who couldn’t attend. We got a whole lot of pictures and videos shooted. This ended the day and we were all back to our rooms totally exhausted and tired.

PELDEN DRUKPA LHA GAYLO…….!!!!

A Wonderful Weekend: An encounter with imaginary Wangdue Phodrang dzong

Noticed something familiar???  Well, i did and realized only when I took a snap of it.

It was Saturday. Was a hurrah day for me after having a hectic continuous week of sleepy classes in the lecture room . As  evening approached with the sun dipping behind the hills spreading the beautiful reddish yellow rays, I took a ride on a bike with my friend towards the Amtalab park, the one and only place to be having a restful and peaceful weekend. The night there wasn’t so quite though, family, friends, couples all seated on the hard-stone seats  having a view of amtalab lake surrounded by glittering, colorful lights all around. 

Firstly, both of us wanted to fulfill the desire of our grumbling stomach asking for a delicious gobi manchuri or a pasta. We ordered a pasta plate each from the restaurant situated near by on the first floor with the open roof with fresh air kissing all around us and a beautiful view of the park below.

Delicious feast of the night: Mouth watering pasta.

Then, we strolled through the lighted street of the park where people were all enjoying the weekend feast of peaceful rest. All the seats were occupied, so we stood near the edge and had infront of us a magnificent lake shining with the reflections of moon and lighted houses around .

Just then, I turned around onto my left side where the hill occupying the ancient castle- like, long stones arranged one upon another about a 100 m long in height had my eye captured. The edge of the area was lightened by beautiful green glitters within a certain distance apart from eachother. In the day, we never take notice because it looks just like an old,dry muddy part of stones, attached to the hill. But when I took a picture of it, it instantly made me feel that the design somewhat or almost resembled what looked like the Wangdue Phodrang Dzong after the fire engulfed it completely last year. It  was as if I was standing on the highway road below, where my imagination took hold and  made my past memory of  Wangdue Phodrang Dzong resurface.  It felt ,as if the dzong has enliven just infront of me cutting thousands of distance and at that moment, it took me miles away from India only to have myself standing on a cozy stone watching the old, yet historically beautiful castle of Wangdue. I almost forgot about the dzong blazed into fire and how the history of many centuries also got burned along with it. Hope the reconstruction work is already on its way to completing.

It was a perfect weekend which took me back to my motherland and I have decided to often  visit that again to experience  the miracle of flying thousands of miles and tour above the gigantic, elephant castle.

Heavenly way towards the lake.

Amtalab lake

Imaginary fortress of Wangdue Phodrang Dzong in Raichur.