For
several months in Thimphu, we were the busiest people in Bhutan. There were lot
of information to be gobbled in a short span of time. What we felt was, the
Preliminary Examinations were at their fastest pace. We resembled those bees
buzzing in the garden building their own kingdom of honey. So did we, we were
on the road to the future. We were preparing for the job, money, home and food.
We were thinking about our aging parents and our children. You might think who
are the children? I mean after my marriage with him. We often talked in the
college, “How many children will we have in the future?”
“Five!”,
he would say seriously.
“Why
five? I am not that strong to give birth to five children”. I would frown at him.
“Basketball
Team. I will be their coach”, he would laugh. “Lekyuen, honestly, two is
enough. A daughter and a son. What do you think?”
“Two
is perfect. A son and a daughter. We will be a happy family of four!”, I would
smile thinking about four dining chairs, imagining family
conversations and those beautiful arguments between our children.
Tashi
didn’t take the exams easily. I have never seen him studying so hard in his
college days. After several weeks of our Preliminary Exams, results were out.
Everyone was worried. To tell you all a good news, both Tashi and I passed our
examinations. We were qualified for the final RCSC Examinations.
That
evening, to appreciate and congratulate our own efforts, we decided to rest
over a few bottles of wine. We asked some money from our parents and we were
sitting in one of the restaurants near Clock Tower. Before we picked our wine
glasses, “Lekyuen, after RCSCE, which school will you choose?”
“Bajothang
Higher Secondary School and I want you to come with me as well”.
“Why
Bajo?” He asked me
“My
mom lives there. I want to stay with her. Let’s say we want to stay with my
mom”.
“Lekyuen,
will you accept if I request you something?”
“What
is it Tashi? I will understand”.
“Can
you choose Rukubji Primary School, which is little far from Bajo Town?”, he
pleaded me.
Immediately,
I asked him, “Why Rukubji Primary School? I heard that it’s a cold place.”
“My
mom is from Tashigang and my dad is from Rukubji. My parents live there. During
weekends and holidays, we can come to Bajo to see your mother”.
There
I knew the reason why was he not Pokemon. His father is a Ngalop (Western
Bhutanese) who is comparatively taller than people from Eastern Bhutan.
“Is
it? That’s also a better idea. So you are also thinking about joining the same
school as me?”
“Definitely
After all, we are husband and wife”, he kissed me on forehead.
He was not
bothered about customers who were sitting at different tables.
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