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Chapter IV: Planning for Together Future





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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