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The Last Call

On a cold December day at Thimphu, I wrapped myself in the thickest of my cloth and sitting near the heater sipped a nice cup of tea prepared by my wife. I was lost in thoughts which I don’t remember now. Suddenly I was startled out of my reverie when I heard my wife call out for me from the porch. “Rinchey, this flower was blooming yesterday but today, it’s gone,” she said wistfully. “Learn from it. This is what we call Impermanence,” I replied feeling so saintly. I am sure I saw a pool of tears welling up in her eyes, for the flower had been her long time favourite and to her the loss was horrendous. She sulked despite all my efforts to cheer her up and finally I suggested, “Why don’t we go to my grandpa’s place? I received news saying that he isn’t very well.” She consented. We drove to Kabesa, Thimphu, where my grandpa had been putting up for the last ten years. The journey was a tedious one as the feeder road was potholed in many places. They greeted us ‘hole-heartedly’ at various