|Wintery View from my House|
This is the 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 have been times when birds were singing to feed on fresh foods. There have been times of rains and sunshine. There have been times… And this is the time when everything is coming to an end. 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 of their smooth sailing throughout this year. Wish them so many lucks ahead.
Winter season in most part of Bhutan is not a time for celebration, though, everybody is in restive mood. Because the chilly northern winds bundled people with so many layers of clothes and it make them difficult to move themselves. Many would remain inside their homes; circling around Bhukhuri, room heater and most of them drinking warm Ara and Bangchang. And this is the time; time to gather and talk a whole lots about year’s works and plans ahead. I wish them so many lucks ahead.
Here in 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 body into icy iron. Good news is that we will soon migrate to lower southern warmer part of Phuntsholing and Gelephu.