It has been a week having thronged in myself to Thimphu Town. I find it chillingly cold. The freezing breeze of Thimphu valley is giving me tough time. It is so cold, you can’t believe me.
I started joining Royal Court of Justice, High Court since yesterday, 12th November, 2009. I am interning which would span for a month and half. The environment in and around court seems so dreadful. I find every litigant bowed in respect, wrapped in their Kabneys and Rachus. Sometimes one is forced to wonder how one could put up the arguments when they themselves are shattered.
However, I feel good to be at home. I like being in Thimphu. I find myself free from academic pressures. I pride our capital progressing in every field. It is developing uniquely.
The irony, however is, I can’t go to my village. I crave to meet my old parents in vain. They live miles away in east. Nothing much can be done than accepting it. Within a wink’s time, the day to depart the town is sure to come. Thinking of this leaves me haunted.
