Short Story from My Life

“I love this place so much. I want to spend my remaining days of life in this beautiful place after retirement.” I declared to Memey gasping the beauty of Pharah.

“Why not now?” he asked.

“I have many things to do before retiring at this beautiful place, though I would love to but I can’t.” I teased grandpa.

“Moreover, I don’t have sons and daughters who promised to send a monthly ration and I don’t even have a granddaughter who would visit during vacation to spend with me; listening to my tales, washing my clothes, sharing the crazy jokes, cracking the hand instead of the walnut.” I listed the reasons pretending to sympathize myself.

He smiled with the distinct wrinkles and slowly he spoke “Tshering, remember one thing, you don’t have to wait to get old to practice Dharma. Neither 3 years old boy is too early to start nor 89 years old man is too late to practice Dharma.”

He continued “The earlier you start the better for you. You see, an old man like me can’t even prostrate properly due to back pain.” He laughed rubbing his back with left hand.

“Is it still paining there?” I asked with the concern.

“Ahh! It is ok. ” he shrugged off saying that it is part of life.
He continued ”Chant Baza Guru whenever you can. You won’t kill it by crumbling if you chant while sleeping. It won’t die getting under your feet if chant while walking.”

“Life is uncertain. You are saying that you will live here after retirement. But have you ever questioned yourself that exactly when will be your retirement time? Do you mean literally after service retirement or retirement from the attachment of the materialistic world? Are you certain that you will live long enough to see your grandchildren? “

With the rapid fire of questions, I was dumbstruck yet admiring the wisest and the real hero of my life. The person with the profound knowledge of life than any book could teach. The person who has opted to isolate himself from the domestic life and detached himself from the materialistic world for almost 8 years now. He wisely chose to spend the rest of his life on this serene place along with other elderly people from different villages. Pharah as I would describe as the epitome of peace and serene beauty with the wisest people living in it. 

The Voyage of a Sailor

A novice sailor on a lone boat,
Eagerly began the voyage of the life.
With a compass and hope in the hand,
Proceeded in the shore of destiny.

Beautifully floating in the midst blue sea,
Confidently rowing the oars with the speedy speed.
Failing to read the hurricane of youthfulness,
Shaking the boat by the turbulence of juvenile.

Turned blind to the direction of the compass,
And teamed up with the wind of anguish.
Capsizing the boat with an attitude,
And drowning in the pool of depression.

Fighting for the oxygen within the sea,
Swallowing the salty water of the life.
At the verge of running out of breath,
But a hope persuades him to learn the swim of life,
Never letting him to give up.

Finally emerges from the sea with the wisdom.
Firmly determined to reach the offshore.
Prudently swimming across the sea,
And conquering the voyage at last.

Picture courtesy: Bing Images











"I Ain't Crying"



The thick wall of his lies hugged her pupil,
Blurring the vision of truthfulness.
Colorblind was her innocent eyes,
Saw only his manipulated color.


Cunningly he laid a net of deception,
Naively she fell into the designed trap.
She saw his fabricated rainbow,
Believing it to be real and beautiful.


Finally broken was heavily loaded wall of his lies,
So were her heart, shattering into infinite pieces.
With so many things to bear,
Flooded were her eyes with the liters of tears.


Willingly she let it flow, cleansing the every lie,
Flushing the every silly mistake,
Diluting the faith,
And eroding the trust forever.


As I sat watching her,
Respecting her for fighting this long,
Applauding her for never stooping and stopping.
She turned, smiled and choked “I ain’t crying.”