Words Alive

A week passed, and we are still on the road, at the same spot. She is somewhere far at an end of the road and me, here at this end. Not moved even an inch. “I miss you very much” and “miss u 2” were the farthest we could go. Only difference I made ( I wish I knew hers ) is that now, I can even start the chat with “I miss you very much”. I still haven’t figured out how she misses me. It somehow dawned upon me that all I have to care about was to be true to my frantic heart, expect less and be ready for any response. But still I want to know, know how she misses me. It’s lunch time. I am with my lunch in the dining hall, heading towards the door as to go into my room. My roommate Dawa snaps, “Hey, why don’t you stay here in the hall and eat with us?” My tan cheeks blush, I feel the heat. “Lately, I didn’t feel like to eat here.” I know it is the lamest of excuse but still I had to cling on. Man, I was not this timid before. Coz you are not telling them the truth...

She is typing and then it appears “hi jigme” I curse at myself and “Hi”. “han cha?” She is asking “What are you doing?” Why care? I sense a twitch of indifference playing on my cheek. “Just had dinner.” “so did u miss me” What? Why? How? I mean, how come she knows that I have been waiting for her these two impatient days? My heart takes on a stomping race. I hear the lupp-dupp of my excited heart so loud. “No, I didn’t.” Soon, I feel bad; in fact, very bad. Why am I lying? What do I want? What about my feeling? Oh, I want the message not delivered to her. I swallow hard and hope there is a means to stop the message. So, I right click at the message. Suddenly, I have a lost feeling. The pop-up menu doesn’t have the menu that I would need; something that says “Detain the message”. I click again. Oh this must not happen! I click harder and incessantly. The pop-up menu appears the same. Damn it! I slouch and fall back hard against the chair. “h...

Dee Chentd, blogger at  one SUN, many RAYS! , thanks for nominating me for the Leibster Award (For more info please visit  http://d33chentd.blogspot.com/2014/03/liebster-award-and-lil-more-about-myself.html ) . It was a surprise and I already feel a winner, for I now have a hard evidence of convincing at least you, a beautiful soul. The following are as answers for your questions. a) Why did you start your blog? World is big. Why? It’s because it is composed of small things. Without these "small" things, I won't have known this "big" world.  What I am trying to say is that "trifles are no trifles". There are literature enthusiasts, of least capability but true heart, like me. I wanted to see the bigger picture of the world through little that I know. There were lots of incidences where I met in virtual or real life with interest for literature, some successful at pouring while some were not.  Then I took this step of starting a blog ...

A lot of people will be there. A crowd of women will be much near to them. These women will be with what we call Tshogchang consisting of palang s of ara, banchang and singchang , bangchungs of Yuechoom  with pa and flasks of tea. With mountain of interest, they would shout as the men played archery match. Men with interest already in the game would be further encouraged by women’s presence and encouragement. Further below their archery ground would be young boys in their own range playing archery. Some men or boys would play even khuru, doego and soksom. I would have arrived at the range at least by 9 am eager to meet friends and enjoy the archery match. Parents made all this possible. They would wake me up at around 6 am and breakfast would be already ready: echoom rice with meat thukpa, suja, and khabzey. I loved thukpa so much. I would have it as much as I can dare. I even wished I could drink it like father. Then they would right away go to kitchen and pre...