My E-notes!

When I first listened the Ed Sheeren's 'shape of you' earlier this year, I found it quite odd. "How is falling in love even possible just beacuse of their shape of the body?" But you know, I liked that song so much so that I even mugged up the whole lyrics which is very unlikely of me. One time,  my phone had only one song and that was the 'shape of you.' I listened to it from home to office, office to home, in the kitchen, in the shower and almost everywhere. I also had it set as the alarm ring tone. However, I couldn't relate myself to the song and to the idea of falling in love just because of the shape of somebody. "What good a good shape does in love?" I often questioned my inner self when I felt insane. "I can fall in love even with a crooked-shaped guy if he is nice." Well, I've always been a kinda girl who presumed that love is all about a good heart. "For me, all that makes my knee go wea...

Everything surely is uncertain but the death is, which I don't like it . Not at all. ( Of course , nobody likes death.) It is cruel and fearful. It is mean and cunning. It doesn't have any sympathy and justice. It is just so selfish. It leaves back the people with betrayal and full of remorse.  But, okay, calm down, there is no point putting blame on it. It will anyway never spare any one of us. It has no mercy how much ever we may pledge.  However, you know, every time I hear about the death of someone, I feel totally bad and broken. Shattered infact. I curse this impermanence of the life. But there is nothing else that I can do except say a few lines of prayers in the name of the departed soul.   This time, a few days ago, I saw a Facebook post of one of my friend who was moaning over her late mom. I couldn't resist it. It was too much for me to believe that her mom is no longer seeing this earth. I was so devastated.   M...

Because I am an ordinarily born girl to a humble farmer family, I've always liked to wear half like every other girl.  During those days in 2009, when I was studying in Mendrelgang Middle Secondary School, Tsirang, it was compulsory that all girls should wear full Kira. (Of course, it is obvious that the uniform Kira should be worn full, it sounds like it should be ok to wear half Kira on weekends. ) But that wasn't the case. There would be a frequent and an ad hoc checking by the teachers and captains. So, none of us used to wear half Kira even during the hot Tsirang's weather. However, all of us (girls) used to secretly dream of wearing half Kira.  The next year, when I was in Damphu Higher Secondary School, wearing half Kira on weekends wasn't an issue. With utmost joy, I found half Kira is quite comfortable and also easy to put on.  The years later, when I was to go to College, which on other side is usually seen as an institute where girls will ne...

I’ve never felt good to stay ideally, like never. I don’t use to have that habit of sitting and doing nothing productive. Even at home, though there is no one that I need to feed and take care of, I am always so busy and equally loaded with works. Sometimes, some of my friends say, ‘why do you hurry so much to get home as if you have the kids to breastfeed?’ The only thing they don’t know about me is that I would always have a series of things that need to be done. These days, because we are following the winter timing, I get home at around 4:30 pm. ASAP, I get home, I change and freshen up (obvious thing), get a good cup of coffee and clean the rooms. Doing all these would take me about one hour. Then, I would watch the TV show for another hour. Then pray for another half hour or so, prepare supper, read for sometime and watch the BBS news at 9:00 pm. I would then watch movies for two hours, be online for some thirty minutes. And by the time, I think I want to sleep, it alre...