My house in 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 all brought up. It is a huge house with three storied stone, wood, mud built. Though there was no iron pillar as such in it, it stood against any kind of natural calamities like earthquake and erosions. Earlier than, the soil erosion tried to erode beside our house many times, but after having built a wall and planted trees; it is now a matter of talk. My father said that it was also struck by earthquake for 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. My father has 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.