We plan the day before, it was Saturday
That we would meet once, that’s on Sunday
We agree to meet because never in the life until now
We have met each other but in calls and chats
Eagerly I wait from the night before for the dawn to rise
Done with the day’s early daily routine
I step out of the humble door of my poor house
Waving goodbye to the house, I walk the west direction
Along the roadside, listening carefully to hear the vehicles
I pass the beautiful fields and the silent forests
Luckily I get the Bolero Taxi, I am flying westward
Descending Mugtangkhar hills down to Gamri river
I feel fresh and happy for I shall meet her today
Transiting from Tashigang, I head back the same road
Only to take the another junction leading to Rangjung
Rangjung Technical training institute, that’s where I am going
Gazing through the window as the car speeds up
I can imagine my fiancΓ© so beautiful, wearing simplicity
Her rosy cheeks as I tease her of being charmingly sexy
Meandering through beautiful landscapes along Gamri
Seeing the Blocks on left side of the road and the sign board
My little heart starts bouncing with apprehension
However, as I have never met her before I take a deep breath
Concealing my timorous heart beats, gathering my courage
Remembering her beauty once again, I unlock the car
I make a call only to hear her melodious voice welcoming me
I imagine her height,” She may be taller than me”, I am worrying
There she comes with her best friend, we are hundred meters away
She is definitely taller, I feel embarrassed seeing this
Waking like the Korean actress and actor, we near each other
Oh! She is so cute like a baby girl, charming like Cinderella
She is not taller than me, I am relieved she is just like me
My heart beats faster as I go near her, to hug her tightly
That’s beyond what I can do at the moment
I can only give her a warm hand shake, I shake her hand
Her gentle grip melts my tiny heart for a short period
Deep inside me, it’s burning as if I am being burnt
Superficial gestures are nothing unusual but trying to please her
We are happy couple meeting after a long duration of Six years
Yes! She has grown up big, she is more that I have thought of
Wishing us happiness her friend leaves, I am happy
Courageously I hold her hands, fingers between fingers
My first special holding of girls hand indeed
The sentiment is beyond my own imagination
Heart pumping peacefully and evenly unlike any old days
Rush of imaginations creeping through the body
Like I am meditating on a cold plateau in the Himalaya
Like I am released from this captivity of heavy mind
I can visualize my peacefulness with her
Sitting together as we hold hands like to never go
We share what we used to share in chats
Sitting beside her in the daylight like it is moonlight
Even the scorching rays are too weak to heat us
Capturing some memories, we are in smile and laughter
I hang on her shoulder feeling her blonde hair
Refreshing scent of her silky hair filling my nostrils
When she remains like a talking statue
Difficult it is for her to make eye contact
I notice her weakness, intentionally I make her eye contact
She blushes a lot but it makes her more beautiful
I love the feeling I have when she blushes
I bring my fantasy into real, here, in front of her
I kiss her on her cheek, she is astonished and blushes more
Calling her friend Kinley we decide walking to Lungtenzampa
Gradually building some distance, her friend moves faster ahead
That’s what is called ‘understanding ‘ in relationship, I think
Walking together holding hands, our feelings strengthen
We laugh as Kinley speeds up like a rabbit being chased
We talk of how long our relationship has been and yet successful
As we move on I grab her tight around her shoulder
Having a close contact, it feels better like knotting our hearts
I don’t feel how harsh the sun is but I can see her sweating
I start complaining,”It’s really hot, let’s go back”
She calls Kinley again who is far ahead now
Luntenzampa, we are going back! My heart shout
Hours of togetherness in full joy, I wish it forever
Preparing to depart is just too hard for me
Waving her final goodbye, it’s time I leave her there
“See you after five years, Sangay Wangmo “, I wish and pray within
Like it’s only possible after that long years, too bad
Lhakpa, my old friend accompany me until I wave goodbye
Life is beautiful when you let it happen how it wants to go, meeting someone worthy is even more colorful



your writes up just took me to the phase where I read the fairy tales,Upon seeing the beautiful photo holding an innocent angel besides you makes me feel how lucky she was and how proud you are in holding her hand… stay blessed forever…..awesome writings.
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