Encounter with an old cow herder~

Places take you to people and each person you meet has their own unique story... 

This is my journey, my story:

I stumbled upon this old man who goes through the RBA Football ground everyday with his red jacket and his cows. I noticed how every afternoon around 2:00 pm he goes from his house towards the forested area and returns around 4:00 pm. So one day I stopped him and asked him a few questions. He told me he and his wife look after cows for this man and they get to sell the milk and cheese from it to earn their livelihood. When asked if he had any children he told me he has one daughter who did a diploma course at the local Engineering College and is currently unemployed. He told me he had 2 sons from his previous marriage but both passed away. He spoke to me in Sharchop and in broken Dzongkha to which i gleefully asked more questions using the few sharchop phrases i knew and took pictures with him. After a short conversation we bid farewell in hopes to meet again the next day but I had forgotten to ask him his name....Perhaps tomorrow I will ask his name!

RBA, Dewathang, January 2017

Weekend Bliss high up at 3060 meters

In the bliss of the given moment

with wind blowing through me

I spoke of Impermanence "Mitagpa"

High up on the mountains

with a view to die for

I stood on the edge and took a breath

The sun shone brightly

highlighting the blueness of the sky

and the greenery of the mountains

Even the clouds spread like art

As prayer flags fluttered every second...