What if?

What if, there were no animals to compare humans to.

Swift as a deer,  strength of an ox, wise as owl, heart of a lion, coward-chicken, cunning-fox, curiosity-cat, pride-peacock,  and so on...Why does it have to be compared with animals to tell what human beings are. Can´t a person be just brave or wise or beautiful for who they are?

On second thought, who have actually concluded that deer is the swiftest animal in the animal kingdom, or ox the strongest. There are other animals more swift and stronger than these animals right?

Or does it mean that every individual has an animal instinct or a character?

I sometimes wonder if there were no basis for comparision then, what would people be compared to. To nature? Nah...there is this evergreen thing again!

What if...what if...what if...

MY LIL´ STAR

In the midst of dark moonless night, like a whole new being came a
small star twinkling from the other world whose existence I knew not. As I lay down in my own small room, staring and thinking of nothingness, little did to my knowledge did it shine that, the little star shone brightly with each passing day, getting bigger than yesterday.

Little star´s being upon was better than being of the moon itself.

Least did it matter to me how brightly the other stars shone that had
 appeared along with the moon since I know my lil´ star was the only
one during that moonless night.
Being the brightest and the biggest star was of least concern to me as
long as I could see it twinkling every night, just for me.

I was connecting to my lil´ star who knew not its value. Gradually but
 strongly did I relate to it to the extent that, anyone noticing my
 my lil´ star- may heaven have mercy on those poor soul, for I Could have blinded them.

Slowly did it dawn upon me that my lil´ star was also a moon just far
 away...

IF BEING FAR AWAY MAKES YOU MY LIL´STAR THEN SO YOU BE, BECAUSE COMING CLOSER AND BECOMING A MOON IS NOT WHAT I WANT, FOR MOON DISAPPEARS GIVING WAY TO MOONLESS NIGHT. JUST BE MY LIL STAR FOREVER, TWINKLING, EVEN IN THE DARKEST NIGHT!*

When the heaven cries, I drink

The heaven was breaking loose the down pour in the month of March, isn’t it supposed to be spring?



It brought back the chills in Thimphu, people scurried while some watched the drops fall from the sky and break into thousand smaller water droplets on hitting the ground. The down pour tempted me to run away from the office, probably to a place to warm myself.


There was no running anyway, so back to my chair I return folding my arms hoping to survive till the damned office clock struck 5.30 pm and I could finally raise my middle finger and tell them “HAVE THIS”


Office staffs were anxious and the look on their face screamed they shared my thoughts too. I smirked within and joined them in the wait which felt like forever.


After ages, I was on the street, the rain drops hitting on me like I have abandoned them with my kids. The rain first wet my clothes and then my inner wears too.


It was the first walk in the rain after my college days and it stirred all the memories that had settled down with years. Suddenly and idea struck me....Why not re-live the college days?


For that, to get drunk is the first criterion so I change my course and head for Chopstick. On reaching there, I realize I am not the only one tempted by the rain. Is this rain evil?


Nope, it just is a reminder, reminding us the way we live our lives. The rain comes as a saviour to open our eyes, wetting everything around and telling us, when it rains, there is nothing better than the liquor, it is a cherry on top...ha... ha... ha...


Two pegs of whiskey down the throat warmed everything, I was wet but a happier person by then...I headed home again in the rain but this time, rain was gentle on me....the hits no more made a difference.

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As I said bye!

It was one of the Sundays; the sun greeted me with a warm hello from my window but I greeted back with a frown and asked him to leave.



God knows for how long did he stay staring at me. I could feel his presence but I was busy with somebody else, I was with sleep. When sleep finally left I missed sun and felt bad for being so hostile to him because he was my best friend ever. I wanted to say him sorry!


I got up gingerly and walked to the window, opened it, wind was passing by but was in a hurry so after a brisk meeting he too left. He mentioned that sun was heading for his home and he would absolutely understand me. I looked for sun, there he was,far far away, about to fade. I wished he could hear my plea but he was too far away to hear me or even notice my presence.


With hopes to meet him I grabbed my jumper and ran for him. I could make out that he wasn’t happy because the stride he took were of giant leaps as if he wanted to get out of this place soon as he could.....


I finally caught him near the hill and was happy because he looked at me with the same zeal he did in the morning. How I missed his warmth and the comfort! I wanted him to stay back for I knew after his departure, the cold dark windy night would come whistling and penetrate my bones making me cold. But I could not.......


As if he read my mind he said, “Worry not my dear for am coming back tomorrow again but for now I must go.”


There was nothing I could do because something’s are never meant to be. I knew he would keep his promise so I did let him go and this time, with a smile.