Listening to Chetan Bhagat....

Through the majestic entrance of the only 5 star Hotel in our country, the mountain echoe festival attracted many writer, author, poet and the passionate amateurs inside the TAJ Tashi for the 3^rd and final day. But the special thing about attending the 3^rd day festival was, almost everyone was there especially to listen to the Indian wizard behind all the novels which has been successfully adapted into blockbuster bollywood movies and yes!, I was also there eagerly waiting for his turn to come up, Mr. Chetan Bhagat.

As I strolled slowly through the corridor down the stairs, there was an  epic display of wonderful photographs of Birds of Bhutan. Down I went, to my right, gigantic glass windows displayed an impeccably beautiful garden view with people sipping coffees and having their hi, hello talks. I was having trouble locating the hall. As I turned left, there were two dark, black giant doors, one in the middle of the corridor and another towards the end. It seemed locked and nobody seem to going in or coming out. Hesitantly, I pushed the end door with some force assuming it to be heavy but no effort was needed. The door spread open leading me finally to the hall. There were people all seated with chairs all occupied and their eyes fixed up straight to the stage where Mr. Yeshey Dorji was having conversation with Bahar Dutt. Then,  did I come to know the amazing art of bird’s photography displayed outside was the work of the man on the stage. AMAZING!

Luckily, a boy nearby left the seat and immediately I pounced upon it. It was a melodious feeling to be listening to the sound of birds chirping and singing,  being played through the projector with the pictures on the screen. The hall was cozy with AC on and the lanterns arranged beautifully on the wheel hanging on the ceiling was an exotic view.

couldn't help but to take picture of this shiny lanterns.....

Next, Her Royal Queen Mother Ashi Sangay Choden Wangchuk launched the Book “MARG: Arts Of Bhutan” followed by the conversation between Monisha Ahmed, Yeshey Dorji and Azha Karma.

It was then 1:40 p.m.  Chetan Bhagat was to be in, anytime. All were gathered inside with every little space occupied, even with some standing and craning their neck to see him enter. I got my seat right in the middle. We were all anxiously waiting for him to enter through the door. Few men in gho came in and walked right up to the stage. I didn’t give any notice to those man in gho but instead kept my eyes fixed to the door to see a man with a suit  to enter in when I finally turned my head and  gave a proper look to the two man on the stage. Damn! One of them was Chetan Bhagat dressed in gho. Most of us got surprised to see him that way. He seemed quite uncomfortable in the Bhutanese attire and his joke about the feeling of wearing a skirt with winds blowing in gave a pretty strong crack of laughter from the audience.

Tshewang Dendup had a good amount of questions for him and the audience were all waiting for their turn. Chetan shared his concerns for the atrocities surrounding the Indian population because of pollutions, corruptions and for the young youths battling against the race of modern era. He told us about what it is to be a Chetan in India and how the challenge of doing something which he feared like joining  as a judge in “Nach Baleyeh” dancing show has given him a new strength. It was a fun 30 minutes to listen to his talks with humorous crack of jokes  time to time.

and thats kamal struggling to get a snap!!hehe.

When the floor was opened for questions, the audience battled raising their hands to ask their share of why and what. My friend Kamal, sitting right next to me asked him how he came about with his first book hitting the market with tremendous success and with what magic formula. He said it was his perseverance to keep on trying and never giving up. Like him, there were small school children of age 8 -10 and he was proud to see young hands asking him many questions.

The session ended so quick. Kamal had a letter written for him and both of us ran after him as soon he left the hall. There were people gathered around him getting their books signed. We fought in and tried to take a picture as well. With a bit of struggle, I managed to get a quick photo with him. Hope the writer enjoyed speaking on  the mountainous land of thunder dragon though it was for a short duration of time. And I hope the experience he had attracts him back here once again, next time for a longer conversation.

yeah! poor boy...so sad...could manage only that much....:D

I stayed for sometime listening to “Dancing Earth”, conversations between the poets from two mountainous native places. Mr.Ngangom and Ms.Janice Patriat from north eastern state of India recited their poems with Dipika chetri from Bhutan giving in hers.

Attending the mountain echoe literary festival was an inspiring experience for me. To see great writers having talks about their book, poems proudly infront of the their readers gave me a kick of encouragement to also see myself one day speaking on the same platform. Moreover I was proud to see many Bhutanese writers weighing on and on with the writers from outside. Despite the fact that the book market in our country is very low, it was a pride feeling to know that our writers aren’t any less than any of the writer from India or any other country. I look forward to attending many such events and in each step, pour in more and more lessons or knowledge inside me.

Connecting with the Nature.......

I stood still.....!! Puff of thinly arranged clouds lined in the open space below the vastness of east sky, hiding the rays of golden yellow dawn which just unveiled itself from behind the hills. Spikes of rays forcing itself through every opening of cotton clouds, it could possibly locate.

Like a gigantic lion Simba, i stood on a raised rock allowing the morning breeze to kiss me and swirl around my body with its charm. I felt it!, i felt the great pleasure of nature surrounding me. I soaked my thoughts and feeling deep into the moment, playing an imaginary soothing music inside my mind. I let my mind free. I made it fly, fly to the corner of the east dancing on the heavenly clouds, rolling and sliding over the sun rays. It was a magical morning. I realized how beautiful life can be if we give freedom to our mind to do all the things one can't do in real.

Evening was as blissful as the morning but wildly wild at the same time. Sky turned dark, clouds lost its morning texture and turned thick and black. Soft breeze gave its way to an angry wind of storm, carrying light plastics from every possible bins it could possibly pull through. A giant flick of white light snapped from nowhere. Sky gave its first loud roarrrr....!!! Nature was crying from all directions. Screech of metals slapping and flapping against the wind and sounds of objects grumbling surrounded the atmosphere.
Finally, the shower of rain poured its life over the earth. Four elements of nature except for fire fought against each.other whilst raichurians shouted with a howl of happy screams and went running outside into an open space. The strong wind and rain couldn't stop us for we waited for this shower after long drought of struggle against heat. I too pull out the child inside me and drenched myself completely into the moment. I relived my early days. I ran and jumped and splashed hard on the watery lanes. I didn't care about my clothes, the money inside the pocket, didn't give any thought on the cold i might catch the next day, threw of the worry of being hit by a flying board, gave no shit to people staring around. I LIVED the PRESENT to the fullest. It was totally fun and i enjoyed the beauty out of angered nature. I knew the NOW, the second, the minute, the hour  and the TIME which would never come back, so i rolled and rolled and hit every moves with the moment. It would forever be embedded inside my heart though it's just a speck of a moment.

(That's not me by the way....neither in the previous picture.. !!..i couldn't get captured a perfect picture, so i let the fun of my write up get flavoured by the best picture through the source: GOOGLE.)...WINK!!

Have a nice day...!!!!

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.

Towards the Namdroling Paradise..part 1..

The journey on the plain pavements of India usually carries me swiftly without disturbances through my throat but this time i felt my head spinning as soon the pungent smell of bus poked into my nose as my journey towards the paradise i longed to go for till now kick started.

Its was 9.30 p.m. Lights off but the rays from television screen hanged on the metal wall near the first front seats hit brightly over us.

There we were in the middle of Bangalore city with our heads too heavy as if a pumpkin had been placed above and as if the pool of liquid were all dancing inside. In such condition we stepped into the second bus and sleep of tiring journey knocked us out for almost 5 hours with sun radiating directly upon us from the window. With dust swirled yellow around our hair and robe, we reached the heart of Mysore town. It was similar to any other indian town, busy with traffic, shops everywhere and film poster pasted on every wall.
Through the same bus station, we headed onto another 2 hours journey towards khushalnagar from where the GOLDEN TEMPLE of Namdrolling paradise was only 30 minutes.

As we neared towards our destination, the air itself seemed to be welcoming us with fragrance of multi-coloured flags and   lungdar raised onto trees and houses.

The vegetation greened with tall evergreen trees, beautiful flowers, and grasses grown well carpeted over the earth even at this season of the year. The place felt truely blessed. Well, a familiar looks with red robe and shaved head riding a bike ran in a sudden gush towards the way opposite to ours and finally, we had ourself on the pathway leading the heaven of Mysore Buddhist monastery

We called  our host, a bhutanese monk who was a relative of our friend. He greeted us with a charming smile on his face and  three of us went in search of a room. All the monastic guest houses were packed, even the rest of the hotels outside were full. Tired and weary,  we went into further search and finally an old women proprietor of two storied house  at her seventies rented two of us her room underground which was quite big at 200 per night.  We took a shower and finally took a relaxing nap till we dozed off completely.

To be cont.....

A Glimpse Towards My Future Profession.

Almost 2 months into the atmosphere of Drukyul . Pleasurable moments of chill air hugging all over my heat rusted skin in the evening and ice cold kisses in the morning and warmth of the winter sun, hussssshhhh!, something I longed for and yeah! I am chewing it to the fullest.

Well, all over excuses again of not having access to the internet to blog but this time I was a bit busy than the usual vacation. I sure did miss you dearest bloggy but I sure did keep in touch with the post of my fellow bloggers through my phone.

I applied in as an intern in the National Referral Hospital here in Thimphu and yes! Thimphu tshoten menkhang  is all about being busy. I entered into my so to be future world since two months back like a man with scarf wound around my eyes with least practical knowledge and with a will to get some light of hope with the work flow. Laboratory section in particular is one of busiest with samples dropping in in bulk without a stop, the section further being divided into hematology, biochemistry, histopathology, microbiology and blood bank. It is through it with which most of the diagnosis of diseases are made and confirmed clinically.

With supportive and frank staffs all around, I could find some transparency through the scarf with which I could slightly make out what was what and how things worked out. Despite that, there were few which made us feel bad about our lack of capabilities in some field  without the slightest idea of the kind of environment with  which we struggled hard to scribble things from nowhere and trying to pour in knowledge from the can which had actually never had experience of carrying its burden.  We don’t blame our self for not knowing much for we tried to push our self hard, we don’t blame our professors nor our college, it is rather contentful in blaming our fate for having to face such challenges with not even a smallest knot to catch hold on for the support back then. With a hope to gain those missed hand of support, we made our mind to be an intern of our motherland environment. Never did we have the slightest pride of being a degree holder nor did we ever  disrespect anyone but we surely did get our self mistaken by assuming everyone to be frank. We shall take this positively and try to the be the flower which blooms little bit later in a more fascinating way than those who bloom all together in one go.

Well , sorry part was only a paragraph, rest  of the story were all filled with fun and a moment of remembrance. Blind folded scarf fell  down and down with time and my eyes could now see a little more further. Observing the work flow and understanding the system was what we aimed for one month of our stay for we had limited time. I  am just so fascinated by how organized our hospital is. The Quality Control Scheme is well regulated and all the staffs are strictly observant about it. Serious laboratory working mentality and strict procedure follow up was something that we were not exposed to back in our college. We are so much glad to have had some hand in hand  and eye in eye experience in it.  If it was in our hand, i would be more delighted to continue our internship of 6 months here since the environment is far better here but as per our college curriculum, we have to perform in our college itself. So I am left with half of the scarf un-fallen which I would expect myself to learn slowly in the future with encouraging staff and supportive working environment . 

Fresh Laboratory competitors.

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!!

Thank you...Dear Parents.

“How often do we thank our parents?”, the right side of Ms. Sherub Pelmo’s blog page read.  The subject ticked me for a second. My urge to go through made me click on it.  It was a lovely post and the very fact that “sorry” and “thank you” does not exist in parents-children relationship especially in Bhutanese society is indeed strongly prevalent and it is a respectable habit which needs be taken up by all as she mentions.  She also highlighted how education and modernization has taken its toll to the current generation and now even little kids thank their parents for every thing. It is true and a very overwhelming sight  to see such relationships between parents and children.

Well, reading her post made my “son” button click on and I just started missing my parents a lot. Thank you Sherab pelmo for I got awakened from my sleep and “thank you” to my parents will be one word I will try to make a habit so that it slips easily and spontaneously and let them feel  how that small word from their children can bring a smile on their face.

“Thank you apa, thank you ama”, did I ever thank my parents? No! I don’t remember saying even once. As soon as I was grown matured enough to know what’s right and what’s not right, I started thanking them from inside for the things they did for me. I thanked god for the lovely and loving parents he gave me, shared with friends  many a times how blessed I felt for having them but I actually never said “thank you” to them personally, never.  There is actually only two word “thank you”. I could have said it when my father gave me pocket money every time I went out with friends and to my mother who used to hurryingly prepare warm hot food and serve me when I came tired, hungry  from outside.

Blurr images of myself being a toddler , bathed by my mother, putting on gho onto me and sending me to school. My father on the other hand, always hiding his own worries, needs and wants only to fulfill ours and keep us happy. From those times where I didn’t even know how to wipe my own snot to now where I have become an adult 22 year old man, now do i come to realize many things when seeing back onto times. I would like to start by thanking them from here, from written words into my blog.

As I heard one of my friend say, “we do not have to wait for a birthday to gift a someone special”, today without waiting for mother’s day or father’s day, I want to say a “BIG THANK YOU” to both of my parents . A children will never be able to repay the love bestowed upon them back to their parents but I wil try to gift even more love back to you two. I will try to serve you both well with respect when I stand on my feet, the feet that  you two held whenever I failed and made me move on. I may have hurted you both a many times or might hurt you in future too as no human is perfect, I would like to apologize for my childishness and say “sorry” in advance for my future wrong doings. I will pray in every life, I get blessed with parents like you two and in every life of yours, you get loved even more. 

Rising of the new dawn

The alarm of the new morning rang, slowly, the darkness volatilized and clouds gathered to welcome the first sun of the  fresh month. Dim blue and gradually turning light and then bright, the cool breeze swirled all round the air decorating the day with kisses and hugs.

The buffaloes far away, sensed the air, recognized the breeze. Standing on their four legged upright position, they marched individually in search of green.

Completely drenched into the Disney land of dreams meeting people unknown and doing impossible, the social animals lie dead on the bed with air going in and out of the nose. The coolness and freshness does not seep in through the barrier of so called houses, buildings when the early morning sun ticks in. Heat of the fire afternoon, awaits for the moment to pull them tiger up.

Well, the time has come. A small ray of light pushes hard through the tiny hole between the cottony clouds. The clouds get the signal. As i wait and observe through the window of my hostel, the clouds shuffles away gradually, giving way to the first rays of the day light. Bright shining light glows in between and touches the land all over. Factory of green plants rooted down upright into the earth opens to get prepared for the photosynthesis, now that their source of meal has arrived. The ray of hope, source of living and promise of new beginning, the Rising of New Dawn.

A clear sky, bright blue, color of fresh, early bud, new beginning and new HOPE!!

A small piece of Help.

Wearing a dull, faded yellow, thin robe over her, i have been seeing this little girl roaming around the campus of our college time and again.
There is nothing new in seeing a beggar following you and pulling your hand, your shirt begging for a penny or so in India. It is common all over India including the metro cities.
I saw that girl  many times but she never ran onto me. But today, when i was sitting near the bike parking with my friend, the girl approached us lending her open palm forward.
"I already gave her yesterday", my friend said.
"Meri pass paisa nahi hai", i said and told her to leave. I lied. I had but only 10 rupees in my pocket, kept to buy a pen as my previous pen was lost somewhere.
She kept waiting and staring at us. With low voice she was still whispering "sir, sir". I could make out by her lip movement.

After sometime, i asked her name in Kanada( the local language of people in karnataka). I picked up few of the basics from my local friends.
"Ninna asaroo anu?", her expression seemed freaked out. haha!! she didn't expect that from me. She was surprised and didn't say anything but kept staring for a moment. I asked her again.

"Radh...." i heard something coming out. "what?"."once again!!".i told her.
I finally got it."Radhamma". Ok fine. Her name was Radhama. After that, i had no other kannada words, so i too kept quite and  had my eyes off her.

10 minutes later, she lowered herself and turned her head looking around for people again. There i noticed her eyes had turned  numb, weak and the face had that 'innocence' that we used to have while crying when we were of her age. At her age, we were already enrolled in school and would have already caught up few of A for apple and B for ball. We were lucky enough to be born in Bhutan with our parents being able to keep the two ends met.
The time where she is supposed to play and sing "head and shoulder", she is out in open, begging from people to people only to fill her tiny belly or may be to add an income to her family.

She slowly left and a guilt pinched me. If my 10 rupees can  make a little difference to her life, then it would make me feel great satisfaction that i have at least done a small good deed today which is something i never tend to do in this busy world.
I took out the money but she was already gone far away. I was sure i will meet her again, so i reserved that 10 rupees back in my save pocket bank.
But on the same day, after 1 hour, i met her near the shop. She was running from people to people. There i slowly ran towards her and gave her my love of Rs. 10 to her. I took a snap of her as i wanted to write about her in my blog. She was again shocked and freaked out. Her expression told me everything. I gave a HUGE smile and left.

                                         Freaked out Radhamma. I think you made my day.