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How a wife should treat her husband??

Marriage is just once in our precious life time. But I find most of the modern people take an advantage of it. They divorce any time they like to. So, I don’t want to be in any such condition. I think the main reason for such divorce is that any one of the two or both are not satisfied with the other. So, it is extremely important for a wife to understand about her husband and same in case of a husband. Both must know how and when to make the life happy and enjoyable. So, here I wanted to share how should my wife treat me. But I don’t mean to say that only she must treat me in such condition, I will never fail to do my share to her. One thing I must apologize my readers: It is not that only a girl must do it for her wife but a husband must do the same if not better for her wife (more…)

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My Examinations……

The fall semester examination is gearing to its end. It is the second last examination until I complete my graduation. I know I have done well. I know I have made mistakes. I know I did everything. But nothing to worry about. All is well. No need to regret over the split milk. Or no need of sighing over the summer rainbow. All those happened in short span of life in this very few days i.e. 26th of November till 2nd of December, 2012. (more…)

Gyelpozhing Higher Secondary School

Gylepozhing Higher Secondary School is one of the high schools in Mongar Dzongkhag. It is the school where I have spent four years of my secondary education. It lies along the very gigantic Kurichhu river. Irrespective of its danger and the cautions given by the school management we used to go for swimming along the basins.It is the most hottest place in Mongar Dzongkhag and even in the eastern region of the country

It was full of fun, experiences and enjoyment while in the school. I remember school authorities being very strict in terms of discipline. Moreover, the schools strives to be one of the best school in the country equipping its students with wholesome education. The teachers and the staff working in the school always work for the benefit and the betterment of its students. (more…)

To my Ex..

पूर्व प्रिय ..

मैं आपको मेरा यह अंतिम पत्र में कुछ भी पता नहीं करना चाहती. जब चीजें गलत जाने की कोशिश करते हैं, मैं हमेशा तुम्हें एक पत्र लिखा था. इस दिन शुरू, मुझे आशा है कि मैं आप लिखने में सक्षम नहीं होगा.हम लगभग दो या अधिक सप्ताह तुम्हारा इस घर में एक साथ बिताया. मेरे यहाँ रहने के दौरान, आप हमेशा वहाँ थे मुझे खुश करने के लिए लग रहा है, कि मैं प्यार करता हूँ और मैं और अधिक या कम यहाँ खुश था. लेकिन मैं सिर्फ एक शैतान की तरह हमेशा तुम उदास, तुम्हें रोना और आप पीड़ित था.

सच बोलने से मेरे दिन, मैं बिताया दोपहर का भोजन, रात का खाना, कपड़े धोने, घर की सफाई और धैर्यपूर्वक प्रतीक्षा के लिए आप शाम की ओर आने के लिए तैयार है. समय तुम यहाँ आने हमारे झगड़ा फिर से शुरू होता है. वहाँ कोई कारण नहीं था. लगता है कि अपने आप को वापस. आप मेरे में त्रुटि मिल रहा है, लेकिन मैं आप में कुछ भी मिल जाएगा. (more…)

Why Blogging?

It has been seven months since I started blogging. But sometimes laying on my bed, I feel something different and question myself; why do I blog irrespective of the very busy schedule with my college activities? Is it compulsory for me to blog? Or will it be wise if I blog and leave my important works aside. Then Started weighing them; Should I continue blogging or stop. (more…)

INTERVIEW

Love actually creates problem. It really happened with Sonam who is a government employee in the capital of Bhutan. I interviewed her and here is what she feels…

Me: Please, can you introduce yourself and about your life?
Sonam: I am Sonam, a government employee working currently in the capital. I too am the victim who had to really suffer due to the love inventory in my life. The young stage in my life was actually really enjoyable where I was being cared by the elders and I too had to care my younger too. The life being a girl during the initial stage was really challenging where with the each stage the care and the problem must be increased in the life of the girls. The educational institution was in my village and where later to the eastern side of Bhutan. (more…)

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