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A cold welcome to my new workplace

Thimphu- carpeted in white sheet
Contradictorily, I had a cold welcome to my new place of work. Everyone on a change of their workplace would expect a warm welcome where your new boss and colleagues receives you with a broad smile. This is important when you are introduced to the world you’ve not experienced before, where your new boss and the colleagues are all strangers for atleast now.

With excitement brimming in my heart, I ventured to the capital city – Thimphu from my remote place in Lhuentse – my previous station. This is supposed to be a major change in my career since it is a complete change from running after trees to running after people. Journey itself was full of challenges when I had to cross many passes – the highest mountain point. Youngkola, Thrumshingla, Kikila, Yotongla, Pelela, Dochula and after sometime I even lost the count of these so-called “la” crossings. But I am glad I could make in one big piece.

February the 17th of 2011, I was all prepared to join my new office. The other day, the weather started getting unexpectedly wild. To everyone’s surprise, the thunder started rumbling from the winter sky. There was a slight drizzle and oblivious of what was impending, I retreated into my bed. I was preoccupied with overpowering exhilaration of starting my yet another new work.

I was woken up early in the morning by the chilling wind seeping through my bedroom window. I slowly opened up my reluctant eyes. I stretched my body to add half an inch to my height. My reluctant eyes widened instantly when I saw the whole Thimphu ground carpeted in the white sheet. What a cold welcome indeed!


I made my journey to the office ever expectant of a broad smile. And the warm greetings from the boss and the colleagues neutralized the cold weather. I was immediately made to feel at ease when everyone welcomed me with open hearts.
      
Snowfall is considered lucky in the Country. It is vital for the bountiful harvest needless to mention about the scenic beauty it presents when blue pine trees are fully laden with flakes. Whether it is lucky or not, I’ve many years ahead to prove.  

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