My Babies

Pema Tashi and Pema Nidup....brothers!!

Am i the one here?

A smile that would cost million dollars

Nipping the nipple

You are so precious and sweet,
you have come into our lives

You are a gift of life
you added new meanings
To the wonder and mystery of life.

The giver of joy
The world's sweetest miracle,
Baby boy, is you.

On This Day

Today I am lonely

You are not here

In the mind, I have worries

I think of good days

I think of delightful days

I cannot carry this sadness anymore.

Today I am lonely

You are not here

My missing thing

I think of you

In the mind, I have worries

I can’t carry this sadness anymore.

Every day the sun passes by

It doesn’t vanish

I feel, there is a place

To be together somewhere

For good people.

My SONS

 

Thank you merciful GOD for giving everything

Thank you mighty GOD for giving health and happiness

Thank you omniscient GOD for giving a lovely family

I supplicate to grant us these - all times

I am grateful to my parents

For bringing me up

And making me what I was not

My debts to them are myriad

I am blessed with the wealth to stay on

And a good place to live on

Thank you for sending us two lovely sons

The day they came to us was our life

The sons are the suns

12^th is the number of the month

that they were born

One on November 12^th and the other on April 12

12 becomes my favorite

How happy we are to have you both

With you both, it’s all happiness

And so happy to be with you two

Our dearest sons

May God grant us to live for seven or more generations

You are our world little ones

We would do everything;

To make a better person

A good person

A living person

My new born baby sleeping sweet

Oh! how we like you

Changing and kicking out!

Me and my baby

His mother feeding

When he was seven days old

 

I am indebted to my father and mother

Four of us with our best

Two of us

My dear little ata baby in Tsirang

Baby ata and his mother

Baby ata and his father(me)

Proud to be a boy and studying in Darla MSS

In Gelephu. Three of us

On the way to Trongsa a long time ago

During Blessed Rainy Day near Gedu

Inside Darla MPH watching the concert show. Baby Danced!!

My House

My house at my village in pemagatshel is almost 60 years old. It singularly stands near a forest in Labar. This is the house where my parents are living, and we were all brought up. It is a huge house with three-storied stone, wood, and mud built. Though, there was no iron pillar as such in it, it stood against any kind of natural calamities like earthquakes and soil erosions just beside the house. Earlier than, the soil erosion tried to erode beside our house many times, but after having built layers of wall and planted trees; it is now a matter of talk. My father said that it was also struck by an earthquake several times, but not a stone came down. It is as it was before. I like my house. I wonder how my parents could have built a huge and strong house. It must have been very hard work for them during the 1960s. My father was said to have brought carpenters and workers from Assam. I guess this is his engineering and design as it looks like one of the best Bhutanese houses. Because of this house, my father was known to be the wealthiest in the Gewog, and is also known to many people in the Dzongkhag. He was and is. Now I look back at this house with lots of pride and respect. This was and is my house, my temporary house, just like my late brother Sonam, who left this house, I too have to leave…to my permanent house…where? Too sad.

Here are some photos of my house which I clicked last time from my mobile.

Front view

Side view