I am uploading some more pictures from my recent visit to my village in Chuzagang. You must be wondering why I frequent my village and stress on writing more and uploading pictures of my village. There isn’t any hidden agenda; it’s simply a love - a kind of love that is shared between a village and its inhabitant.
It is adequately described by an Italian writer, Cesare Pavese,
“You need a village, if only for the pleasure of leaving it. Your own village means that you're not alone, that you know there's something of you in the people and the plants and the soil, that even when you are not there it waits to welcome you.”
|Figs, grow abundant in Chuzagang|
|This chilli resembles dalley; my dad got its seeds from Sikkim and planted in his garden|
|Young monk in Gelephu|
|The flower that resembles the colours of our national flag|
|Shot at early-morning sunlight|