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Closed door but an open window!

We are not together now, Maybe we will never be, Never in this world, in this age, or in these circumstances. But we know, both of us, Of our unattended attractions, Of our unfulfilled desires, To be together, to walk the path of this life together, To cry on each other’s shoulder, To laugh together, To see the sunrise together, Or to dine from the same plate, To trap the mouse together at midnight, Or to read a book or write a poem together. Because we are not together, How much ever we feel is connected, We are the sun and the moon, Meant to be in the same sky, But not meant to shine together. We are not together, And this fact hurts, Like a lazy bug, Slow and constant, Like a rotten egg, Fumigating and terrible. We are not together, And all our doors closed. Yet for ‘MY’ every closed door, There is a little window, Always opened for your miraculous entrance.

Until we meet again

You once asked me if I could stay without thinking of you. I wasn't clear myself at that time. I thought, yes, maybe, I can stay without thinking of you or perhaps even without you though I didn’t tell you this. Thinking back, I am realizing how stupid I was at that time to think that there wouldn't be a day I have to pass without you. I was so ignorant to not realize the impermanence of the love we were into. Now that the time has come where I have to live without you, I am finally getting the answer. The answer is no. No, I can't stay without thinking of you. You are in my every thought and prayer. You are in every people I come across and everything I see. It’s insane how all the people I see look just like you but only to turn out they are actually not making me more miserable. There is nothing that doesn't remind me of you. You had me captured in everything. I think of you when there are car honks in the street. I think of the time when you used t

My dear Tobgay

This long story after a long time 😊 . Yes. I love him. I love him so much that I am willing to do anything. I can shed and sacrifice, kneel and beg, and also if he want, I can fade away. If that is what it would make him happy, why wouldn't I be able get disappeared? Infact, I have learned to survive the betrayals and bad assess after I found that I am in love with him and that love grew even more stronger after bedding with him. It was one year, fours months and three days from now. The day was monotonous but a pleasant one. We had the three day meeting ended with a good note and no wonder that night obviously was the party night. ●●● Hey, by the way, I am Wangmo. I work in one of the private press. He is Tobgay. He recently joined the company as the new chief editor. He is tall and lanky. His eyes the olive brown and his face gingerly procelined. Sometimes, through a distant view, I used to mistake him for a dashing banker who have just readied for the red car

My Sandal with his first salary!

Ever remember one of my writings about my the then boyfriend and now my fiancee promising me to buy me a sandal with his first salary? That writing was almost three years ago when I was one of the active writers in the facebook page called Writers Association of Bhutan. The write-up has earned a good number of readers and several acknowledgement through comments. I have never forgotten that part of my love story because it was firstly very touching. Imagine someone promising to give you something when they are capable. This shows that the person is very determined and focus to achieve his or her goals. Secondly, my boyfriend promising me to gift me something with his first salary while he still was a student shows that he looks forward for always being together with me.I was so happy with his promises not because I am getting a sandal from him but I am being taken into his plans and dreams. What more a girl could ask from her lover than being seen her in his future? I was

CARLEP to Drukair

It’s been merely a week that I left the work I loved the most and joined in another equally exciting job. As a gender and knowledge management officer in CARLEP, I used to love so much about the work nature, especially about having to write a lot. Now as a staff of ticketing and reservation in drukair, it’s exciting to deal with lots of customers. Every day, I get to see new faces, new issues and new resolutions. Everything about everyday is fun yet equally challenging. On the first day of the new work, my husband told me that every day in drukair is a new learning. I didn’t understand what it meant because I thought that work at everywhere would be just so monotonous, like how it is in almost everywhere. But I got to understand his statement since the first few hours of walking in the office and observing the other staff work. Each customer comes up with different service need. By the way, hey you, this is not the complain or anything as such. I am humbly writing what I obse

The forever cry.

"Is this all you want?" I finally managed to speak it out. I have never wanted a relationship just to get in bed or someone who only helps to undress me, which is what is exactly happening between us. "Is this all you want between us?" I asked again. But he didn't answer. Yet I knew he understood what I mean. He has been coming over to my place only when he biologically needed me. It was like once a week or once in two weeks. I was but his bedmate. Ignoring his ignorance, I ran down my fingers in his naked back which was facing me. It was still wet with the sweats, and I could feel his unsettled heavy breath. See. I am totally a loser here. Just a moment ago, I felt he is using me just to get inside my pants. I wanted to make it clear that he can't keep going with that pace if he has no love. But the moment I touched his body, I forgot all the hurtful moments. "Alright, I forgive him," I said in my mind. "He may love me back