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Apa Kalay? We truly live in a bruised society, a deeply bruised one, where being a girl or a woman alone is enough for p...
03/11/2026

Apa Kalay?

We truly live in a bruised society, a deeply bruised one, where being a girl or a woman alone is enough for people to judge, shame, and tear you apart. The moment a story appears about a baby being abandoned, everyone suddenly finds the courage to speak, to criticize, to curse, and to label someone heartless. But very few people stop for even a moment to understand the pain, fear, and confusion behind that story.

It is strange how easily we involve ourselves in someone else’s tragedy. A baby found abandoned becomes public discussion, gossip, headlines, and social media outrage. Yet we rarely ask ourselves whether it is truly our place to intrude into someone else’s most painful moment. Sometimes what we see is not cruelty, but desperation. Sometimes what we call heartlessness is actually fear, isolation, and a lack of support.

The truth is that many of our young people, especially young girls, grow up without enough guidance on relationships, sexual responsibility, emotional consequences, and life choices. Apart from occasional sessions by organizations like RENEW, NCWC, or a school counsellor, there are very few open and honest conversations about these realities. Many young girls are left to learn about these things alone, through confusion, mistakes, and silence.

And then when something goes wrong, society suddenly appears. Not with understanding, but with blame.

What hurt the most in this situation was seeing how quickly everyone pointed their fingers at one young girl. An 18-year-old who is still figuring out life, still learning about the world, suddenly becomes the center of public anger. People call her heartless. People question her character. People tear her apart without even knowing her story. Instead of compassion, she is met with cruelty. Instead of support, she faces endless judgment.

But ask yourself this: does adding more shame to someone who is already scared, already broken, already overwhelmed make the situation any better?

And there is one question that almost nobody seems willing to ask.

Where is the father?

Why is no one talking about the man who is equally responsible for this child? Why does society so easily ignore his role in all of this? A child does not appear because of one person alone. Yet the moment something goes wrong, all the blame falls on the young mother while the father disappears from the conversation as if he never existed.

This is the painful truth about the kind of society we live in. A father who walks away is rarely questioned, rarely shamed, rarely cursed. Meanwhile the mother carries the entire weight of judgment, criticism, and blame.

This is not about supporting abandonment. This is not about encouraging wrong choices. No innocent child deserves to be left behind. But what we need to acknowledge is the imbalance in how we respond to these situations.

When a young woman makes a mistake, she is condemned by society. But when a man walks away from his responsibility, people stay silent.

That silence is exactly what makes our society so bruised.

Instead of rushing to condemn, maybe we should ask deeper questions. Maybe we should focus on better education, stronger support systems, and a culture where young people are guided rather than shamed. Maybe we should create a space where mistakes are addressed with accountability but also with humanity.

Because blaming one person while ignoring the other will never solve the problem.

It only shows how deeply bruised we really are.

Dealing with"Australia ma jo bo?", everyday!This question used to be an interesting question two to three years ago but ...
03/08/2026

Dealing with"Australia ma jo bo?", everyday!

This question used to be an interesting question two to three years ago but not anymore! Many people assumed me and my commitment of not flying to Australia when I wrote 'Let's Not Dream Australia" way back in 2022. Many were less satisfied reading my opinion and dissed me saying "I will keep watching you grow in Bhutan with 30k salary." Of course I didn’t die in US gi airstrike.

Article was neither to offend people working day and night in Australia nor to discourage people planning to fly. I can't hold them back. They flew and that's their decision, not mine. My opinion will not matter to them.

Here I am to say, "Nga Australia Ma Jo" after three years and offend you all again. Nga ma jo tub ga! Nga na ra yoe.

It was fun watching people go and come. Of all, I had a great time to think and normalize this trend.

"Jo sa Australia. Zhoem bay dhoep dha." Whoelse got this question asked one thousand and more times in your everyday life? It is overwhelming and not so interesting anymore. Isn't it? I appreciate those who made it to the other side of ZAMLING. I also appreciate those who couldn't make it to other side of ZAMLING. Likewise, I also appreciate those who got distracted and are not interested anymore to fly and work in other side of ZAMLING.

I saw everyone leave Bhutan and there was more people telling me "Jo wai choe ra Australia."

The number of times I got questioned actually fatigued my brain. It was never too good, never too bad. Learning how to live a life in Bhutan with "Choe Australia Mejo Ga?" still.

Taktshang & What Has Changed? I am sure many made it to this iconic place several times. But I just made it twice. Doesn...
03/06/2026

Taktshang & What Has Changed?

I am sure many made it to this iconic place several times. But I just made it twice. Doesn't mean it was overwhelming but I couldn't make it. Just this year after 2023.

Everytime I hike to the same place twice, I always make sure what I saw last time remains there good and great or it has improved. Not that I am someone to audit everything.

Taktshang, being one of the mostly visited places in Bhutan, I belive we invest on it more than what we see.

Not really inviting someone to say something stupid or sue me and my suggestion but it is needed.

Don't you think Taktshang base needs a nice parking area for our tourist vehicles? Nicely maintained, well designed and has good space to rest for our tourist?

And not to forget! Don't you think someone should invest on developing a system that will help ease work of supervisors while collecting entry fee and recording names of visitors in the gate instead of using dispatch book and learning how to spell Ghishing? This is too much of hassel, for you and all of us! No embezzlement. No spelling test. Just upload, make pre-payment. Hassel free. Just take example of CPMS that we all do. That is so easy! Why not?

Don't you think Taktshang base require well furnished, nicely maintained washrooms, not for us but for tourist, at least? The water tap was moving 360 degree while trying to check water. Don't go and question the caretaker there. You can't do that! It's because we have invested so less and expecting so much.

If it is too difficult for you to maintain toilets, just have a separate toilets for tourist. They deserve 100 dollars of service and respect, not water tap that turns out to be 360 degrees & toilet paper that remains hanging on the enetry door like they are waiting for an emergency help.

WE CAN DO IT! 🥺🙏

03/01/2026

Cha zhun zhu ni ra en mai 😋

On the 46th Birth Anniversary of His Majesty Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck, we celebrate a leader whose humility and wi...
02/20/2026

On the 46th Birth Anniversary of His Majesty Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck, we celebrate a leader whose humility and wisdom continue to guide our nation with strength and compassion.

May His Majesty be blessed with good health, long life, and enduring strength.

💫🙏

Nothing to say! ✌️😋
02/12/2026

Nothing to say! ✌️😋

The House Between Two MountainsThe house stood quietly between two mountains, as if it had been placed there to be prote...
01/17/2026

The House Between Two Mountains

The house stood quietly between two mountains, as if it had been placed there to be protected. Chimi used to believe that meant her marriage was protected too.

She married Tenzin on a clear autumn morning, prayer flags fluttering wildly as though celebrating with them. The lama said their lives would grow like the mountains—steady, patient, enduring. Chimi held onto those words for years.
At first, love was warm. They shared chores, dreams, and long walks home after evening prayers. But as time passed, dreams changed. Tenzin wanted the city, the rush of Thimphu, the promise of a better income. Chimi wanted the quiet of home, the land her mother had tilled, the firewood stacked carefully by the door.
Neither was wrong. Yet neither knew how to stay together.

Arguments never came loudly. They came as tired sighs, unfinished sentences, meals eaten in silence. When Tenzin stopped calling regularly, Chimi stopped waiting by the window.
The night they decided to separate, it rained softly. No shouting. No blame. Just tears that fell quietly into their tea cups. Chimi cried not because she hated him, but because she still loved him in a way that no longer fit their lives.
The village noticed everything.

Some whispered. Some avoided her eyes. A few offered kindness wrapped in awkward silence. Divorce, though legal and common in Bhutan, still carried invisible weight—especially for women. Chimi felt it in the way people asked about her future, as if it were already broken.

But pain has a strange way of reshaping strength.
Chimi began waking early, lighting butter lamps not to save her marriage, but to steady her heart. She joined a local weaving group, her hands busy while her mind slowly healed. Each thread she wove felt like a piece of herself being stitched back together.

Tenzin visited once during Losar. They spoke politely, carefully. He apologized—not for leaving, but for hurting her. Chimi thanked him—not for loving her, but for letting her go.
That was the day she realized healing did not always come with reunion.

One morning, Chimi replaced the old prayer flags. As the wind carried new prayers across the valley, she whispered one of her own: May I learn to be whole again.

The house between two mountains still stood. It no longer held a marriage—but it held peace.
And in a country that measures happiness not by perfection, but by balance, Chimi slowly found her own.

Little did I know...🥺     ❤️💞❤️
01/03/2026

Little did I know...🥺

❤️💞❤️

—There will always be a quiet regret tucked somewhere deep within me for choosing certain people—pouring patience into t...
01/03/2026

—There will always be a quiet regret tucked somewhere deep within me for choosing certain people—pouring patience into them, offering kindness they never earned, and breaking myself down into explanations so they could understand my every move. What I didn’t realize then was that my openness only gave them blueprints—enough to imitate my lifestyle, borrow my confidence, and rehearse versions of my life they were never meant to live.

I never chose anyone first. I chose people only after I saw what looked like loyalty, love, and support. Yet time has a cruel way of exposing intentions. Today, everyone who once chose me tells a different story, carefully edited to suit their comfort, while I chose silence and celebrated them from a distance they never noticed.

I do not regret forgiving them. Forgiveness was never weakness—it was proof that I refused to become smaller, colder, or more foolish than those who tried to outgrow me using my own shadow. I remained kinder, and that alone unsettles people who survive on comparison and quiet envy.
I asked God not to make me bitter, not to turn my hurt into cruelty. I asked only to outgrow the spaces where I was tolerated but never protected. And slowly, I learned the truth—they were never good to me, only comfortable with me until I stopped being useful.

I will return with more clarity, more restraint, and far less energy wasted on overthinking and emotional freezing. I will come back whole, not loud—because I never needed to destroy them the way they tried to dismantle me. Their greatest discomfort will be watching me thrive without explaining myself, without seeking approval, and without carrying the weight of their absence.
I didn’t lose people. I lost illusions. And that cost was worth every scar.

Another year to work smart and smile politely. ✌️😋
12/31/2025

Another year to work smart and smile politely. ✌️😋

12/20/2025

🥰😇😘
12/20/2025

🥰😇😘

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