flying roofs

Life changes ….. In the most unexpected moment, in the most unexpected way. All desires and dreams seem to be at odds with one another. Certain circumstances repeat themselves without any reason. The space and freedom remind me about my path, shedding my old self, just like a transition. “So how does life treat you? “ This question started aching and echoing my mind more and more, than ever before. And it has become an object of my meditation. Most often, deep in my heart I think of my friend who has thrown this question to me…..who is gifted with immeasurable insights along with his intelligence,who remains remarkably unruffled in utter situations and with whom I can be more myself…… Since life cannot be made to conform to a system, when it can’t be forced to a frame work, everything goes like brilliant utopian ideas. These days I follow the path of divine madness, where no balance is kept, still balanced with the very being and nature….with worldly enjoyment and divine tr...

Indian art on a Bhutan truck. Indian truck artists along the border thrive on Bhutanese truck paintings. So 'Bikram Arts' has Indian and Bhutanese telephone numbers:) These numbers belong to the truck owner. Bhutan has just two mobile service providers. so he has it both on the truck. My friend who runs the only air-condition shop bought a new van. The only van in town that delivers free. Walking into the heart of our little, but growing town which now ends at the last building you see in the far end. A few yards away from the monastery, I spotted this BenTen and ManU fan. While the one walking away has the 'evening duty' to light butter lamps... its playtime for the others. With a mantra on her lips, angay (grandmother) walked around the chorten... Though imperfect and with jaded borders... Once the feet of Buddha, life is simple. Let us go, then you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky. As the evening sun began to set across a lazy Sunday, it was tim...