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how i like sea-weed stuffs

In general, I can conclude myself that I am not so picky in foods. I take whatever is available in the plate yet I don’t have anything I am addicted-to in particular. However, I don’t like fresh milk. This may sound little too much disgusting because milk is considered the best food in the human-kind of all races, of all colors. But anyway, the smell of a fresh milk gives me goosebumps.  I remember, one afternoon, when I was just about 9-10 years old, my mother was forcing me to take milk. I refused. That same afternoon, I heard her talking to my father that the reason why I don’t like milk must be because I have been feeding with cow milk for the entire breastfeeding periods because she got pregnant with my younger brother when I am just four months old. So, I realized that if a child is overfed with something of same kind in the earlier stage of his/her life, he/she mayn’t like that item as they grow old.  Anyway, coming to the point about the recent bannin...

IFAD mission for MAGIP and CARLEP in Bhutan

    picture at T/yangtse, lundirichu irrigation scheme On 15 th of October, 2016, eight members from IFAD reached Bhutan at Samdrupjongkhar through Goahati route. They were received by a team from CARLEP and the Programme Directors of both ARDC and CARLEP.  The mission from IFAD was comprised of two teams, one was MAGIP PCR Validation Mission and other was CARLEP Supervision Mission. They had four members in each team.  MAGIP is Market Access and Growth Intensification Project that served the six Eastern Dzongkhags of the country for the last five years which is now followed-up by a new project called CARLEP. CARLEP is Commercial Agriculture and Resilient Livelihoods Enhancement Programme. It was launched in March this year and it’s a seven years Programme. CARLEP will also cater to the same six Dzongkhags at its initial phase. Both MAGIP and CARLEP are financed by IFAD. IFAD has been in Bhutan for the last 35 years, financing to over eight ...