Winter Days

Wintery view from my House

This is a time; the time for ending; the flowers are withering up, the brown leaves of trees are felling one by one. There have been times of glory; growing, sprouting, and blooming. There were times when birds were singing to feed on fresh foods. There have been times of rain and sunshine. There have been times…  And this is the time when everything is coming to an end. The year is drawing to an end; new curtains are folding inside out. What brings a new?

Our exams are almost done. The product of a year’s learning is almost to its end’s result. Children are happy, parents are happy about their smooth sailing throughout this year. Wish them so much luck ahead.

The Winter season in most parts of Bhutan is not a time for celebration, though, everybody is in a restive mood. Because the chilly northern winds bundled people with so many layers of clothes and it makes them difficult to move. Many would remain inside their homes; sitting around Bhukhuris, room heaters, and most of them drinking warm Ara or Bangchang. And this is the time; time to gather and talk a whole lot about year’s works and plans ahead. I wish them so much luck ahead.

Bhukhari

Here at Darla, it’s no better than any other place. The temperature reaches minus at this time of the year. On top, it has been drizzling for so many days now. Winds are cutting through clothes and skins making bodies into icy iron. The good news is that we will soon migrate to a lower southern warmer part of Phuntsholing and Gelephu.