My driver got a Gift

I and my teammates consisting of forest range officer, junior engineers and driver were on excursion one fine sunday to Chamkhar chu and nearby small stream. The day was filled with joy. We collected fern and mushroom. We tried luck to bait trout. Not for killing and eating, but for outlandish study by an engineer! It was long wait sitting on the huge boulder eyeing to feel the jerk. There was no bite. 

Crab found in Sibjigang stream

We went on to small tributary. We left no stone unturned in search of trout to see how really it look like. I heard, it is one among the most delicious fish. Finally, we got one. Ranger confirmed it to be snow trout. I photographed it.

In a meanwhile, I posed for photographs with fish on palm. I directed my driver to focus on trout on the palm with blur background. The fish was stifling without water. After few shutter sound, I said, "it is ok, enough. The fish is dying". 

Snow trout found in tributary of Chamkhar chu

After awhile we took rest under the cool umbrella of huge tree. We drank Foster and juice to self refresh. I was going through the photos snapped during our course of exhaustive search for fish.

'Where is my photo with fish', I enquired him. 'Here', he pointed to the photo below after scrolling few. 

A gift or token of remembrance. Simply cool!!

I was like WHAT?!!!, after seeing the photo. He was simply smiling and said; 'keep it as a token of long remembrance sir'.

Golden Langur

Mostly wander I swing deprived missing nearby eatable,

In the golden fur of beautiful covering as raiment.

Jumping madly off the branches with mates

And peaceful rest to feed kiddo makes the wander wonderful.

Profound dark face; golden raiment cover of gold & long extreme tail

You are named Golden Langur.

Go, Go, Gone~

In those colours of maroon and saffron robes; I see the dharma breath high and varied.

Flapping through the zigzag path to the hermit top; flap my ears – I hear

The bounty rich religious cymbal enticingly entangle my thoughts,’

The thoughts of worthless lone being mystified in an arena of Nirvana beyond concept. 

At Terday nay and Nabji Lhakhang

I sing and sing until thy hear my song,

The song that was composed for the selfless.

Come little butterfly, at your pace you carry my message.

Well the river shalt be fast, else I sing to the wind, the fastest.

I am deep into the emotions, emotions unveils the laconic of my song. 

Fortunate was I, to visit Terda Ney (secret place) at Nabji under Trongsa Dzongkhag. I hope I can visit more to such places in near future. 

I am frequently away to the places where it is worth to be. Bloggers, I plea  for mercy in failing to read your updates. 

Thank you

~Sangay