Last Tuesday, we visited Lamgong
in Paro, my friend Pema’s village. It was my first time; my friend Chencho’s
too. As planned, this year’s blessed rainy day, we celebrated with Pema and his
family in Paro. So there, we were.
As was customary, we began the
day having porridge Pema’s mother cooked for us. We sipped on the porridge, and
we agreed with him, “Yes, your mother cooks very delicious porridge.”
All the rooms were richly adorned
with huge thangkas, large size photo frames and Buddhist altars. It’s intensely
exquisite and comfortable; in no time at all, we felt we were part of the house
and family.
“My mother, elder brother
and sister live here,” Pema explained us.
Meanwhile, we walked
outside and everything outside was simply stunning. The house stands splendidly
amidst apple plants and tall prayer flags. A brook runs down freely right in
front of the courtyard feeding the people, cattle, apples and vegetables.
All the more amazingly, the
water current turns the wheels of mani dungkar and produces the melodious toll of
bells. Oh it touched our hearts so deep; feeling blessed. We were, indeed,
experiencing a piece of heaven.
Then three of us, three
friends, picked up khuru, darts and
spent the entire noon playing the game under the scorching sun. We typically romped,
teased each other and danced cheerfully when we hit or missed the targets.
Meanwhile, we sat down
under the tree shade, took a break and drank arra.
Pema stated, “You know
friends? Your action today on thruebab decides your life’s course rest of the
year.”
After that we had lunch and
then tea. It’s a real feast though. Rest of the day was spent on fun, laughter
and gratefulness.
However, as the sun began pulling
down its curtains on the valley, we returned to Thimphu. In fact, nobody knows
that the way we spend thrue really decides the course of our life but we know for
sure that we’ve created yet another beautiful episode of our life. And it will
bubble in our hearts not for rest of the year, but for ever. Until we die, or
even way beyond.
