My E-notes!

Like a jasmine at the touch of the dusk,  Or like the mixture of mint and the vodka, How addictive is that? The smell of your lips? You know, I am melting, Ofcorse, no, not my physical form, But this, the aching heart, Which only beats in your name, At the sight of you, Leaning down on me? It is intoxicating, it burns me, At the heat you make me feel Warm and comfy, and yet wet, How do I not get drowned, In all those pleasures, Of wanting you even more? Baby, you are sweet, Like a honey and vanilla, Your sweats, when I feel it, Are the another shapes of love, You have on me, And I surrender you, my entire being, Just to get a taste of you. -karma☆.

"Women in Bhutan doesn't experience any overt gender discrimination" is what is in many documents and publications. But to what extent is this pleasant highlight valid is the question I've been trying to answer since I experienced the gender discrimination myself which I didn't even know it exists.  I was recently in my village to attend the funeral of my late grandfather. And it was during these time of turmoil that I fought some of the pre-dominated things that the villagers believe a girl can't do.  Well, to the knowledge of everyone, the rituals and any spiritual ceremonies in Bhutan is usually conducted by monks though there is rising numbers of nun and nunneries.  In the villages, there are equally good number of farmers, mostly men, who carries out the necessary religious activities. They are commonly called 'Gomchen.'  In my village as well, there are interesting number of Gomchen. All men. And may be because all Gomchen are men, s