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Love for a Days’s Trip

‘To meet, to know, to love and to depart is the law of life’ someone has said it.
We rally with strangers and people we have never known before in homes, schools, institutions and other public gatherings because we are born in different places. When we meet the strangers, we make friends with some of them and sometime we fall in love with few of them especially the young guys and ladies. We remains committed and dedicated to friendship or loveship, whatever the relationship you are sharing. But for how long? You got to ask yourself.

One fateful day, you find that you are departing from your friend or lover going away to find your own friend, your own lover and your own foes. Ofcourse, it hurts so much but it is a law the life has framed and you ought to obey it. And if you don’t keep in contact through all possible means, it is much easier to forget.

While traveling in the bus, you share the seats with someone especially with spinsters and you introduce, talk and become friend and sometime lovers, will you believe me?

I was coming back from Trongsa to Chukha with farmer participants on the farmers’ study tour. We made ourselves ready to leave early morning because the journey demands us lot of time. A young lady wearing a Sethra Kira and Green Wonju stopped me at the bus door and asked for a lift upto Thimphu. I offered her the seat beside me because that was the only empty seat we had.

For the first half an hour of journey we remained silent and I thought I should break the ice. I introduced her as Ugyen Tshering, presently working in Chukha. She too did the same introducing herself as Ugyen Zangmo working in Trongsa. We now knew each other. I offered her a Center Shock Sweet that sets you right for anything, I mean the chewing gum that bring back your life, if you are half dead.

As the journey proceeded, we came closer spiritually and even bodily. When we reached at Wangdue we were kidding each other. I asked her whether she is married to which her answer was no. But she didn’t spare me for I was also asked with same question and I told her frankly that I am not married.
We proposed our love at Dochula, a love place of Jigdrel and Yuden in film Jigdrel. We now accepted ourselves as lovers. How fast, is it?

The journey seems to take shorter time than the usual. I was wishing if driver could take slowly so that I get longer time to talk with her. Within few minutes, I bid her good bye at Thimphu and she is never heard of. How fast, is it?

She never gave me her number nor could I give her and we could not even note our actual address. Therefore, we could not exchange calls or letters. We were back to strangers again. So, that was all, we were lovers for a trip only

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