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19/04/2026

AI remakes of Dzongkha songs are trending on social media platforms like tiktok and all. However, I feel mispronunciations are distorting the beauty and meaning.

While we understand that technology has its limitations, careless spellings and inaccurate lyrics from creators (AI users) are making it worse.

The Majestic Aura βœ¨οΈπŸ‘‘πŸ’›
15/04/2026

The Majestic Aura βœ¨οΈπŸ‘‘πŸ’›

Forever grateful for the magical legacy you gifted to the World. πŸ’—πŸŽ΅Rest in peace, legend Asha Bhosle  πŸ™πŸ’”Your music will ...
13/04/2026

Forever grateful for the magical legacy you gifted to the World. πŸ’—πŸŽ΅

Rest in peace, legend Asha Bhosle πŸ™πŸ’”

Your music will never fade. 🎢🫢

The Majestic Aura πŸ‘‘πŸ’žπŸ’–
03/04/2026

The Majestic Aura πŸ‘‘πŸ’žπŸ’–

Hi, my name is Keza. I work at a private company in Phuntsholing. Life here is busy, sometimes overwhelming, but I have ...
26/03/2026

Hi, my name is Keza. I work at a private company in Phuntsholing. Life here is busy, sometimes overwhelming, but I have always found comfort in a few close friends and colleagues who guide me when I feel lost. One of the most important people in my life was Wangdi, a senior colleague and someone I considered more than a friend because he was like a brother to me. Since I joined the company, Wangdi had always been there, teaching me the ropes, giving advice and helping me navigate both work and life outside the office. I trusted him completely.

Wangdi had a larger-than-life personality. People admired him for his confidence, charm and good appearance. But he also had a flaw like he had a habit of pursuing women without much thought. He was what some would call a womanizer, though he never seemed to see it as a problem. I understood this about him and for the most part, accepted it as part of his character.

Then there was Selzin, a young artist in our extended circle. I knew her from mutual friends and had seen her talent firsthand. Her paintings were vivid, expressive and full of emotion. She was ambitious, focused and genuinely kind-hearted. One day, I noticed that Wangdi had taken an interest in her. He was charming, persuasive and I could see how easily someone like Selzin could be drawn into his orbit. I didn’t want to stand by and watch her get hurt. So, I made a choice.

I reached out to Selzin privately and warned her. I told her about Wangdi that how he had many relationships and never truly committed to anyone. I urged her to be careful and not get involved too deeply. I did this purely because I cared for her wellbeing as I wanted to protect her from the kind of heartbreak I knew Wangdi could unintentionally cause.

I didn’t anticipate what would happen next. Selzin, perhaps misunderstanding my intentions, revealed our conversation to Wangdi. Within hours, Wangdi confronted me not in person, but with words that cut deeper than I expected. He felt betrayed by me, someone he considered a brother and expressed his hurt in a long, emotional message. Shortly after, he blocked me on every social platform cutting off all contact. Just like that, I lost him.

The pain was intense. Wangdi had guided me through countless challenges, celebrated my small victories and warned me against mistakes I might have made. Losing that connection felt like losing a part of myself. And yet, I also recognized my own errors. I had tried to protect Selzin without considering the consequences fully. I underestimated how deeply Wangdi would feel betrayed.

In the weeks that followed, I reflected a lot. I realized that life often teaches lessons the hard way. Trust, loyalty and intentions matter, but the way we act on them can have consequences we cannot predict. I also understood that Wangdi and Selzin each have their own paths and I cannot control their choices or emotions. All I can do now is learn lesson from this experience.

Though I feel the loss of Wangdi profoundly, I carry no anger. I only carry lessons and memories. I hope Selzin flourishes in her art and life. I have stepped back accepting that sometimes even protective actions can hurt the ones we care about. Karma, I believe, will balance what human hands could not.

This chapter of my life has been painful but enlightening. I have learned to tread carefully with trust, to understand the weight of my interventions and to accept that sometimes love and care can lead to unintended consequences. I will always remember Wangdi as my brother, my mentor and someone whose presence shaped me in ways I will never forget.Taking risk is too risky.

The End

Photo: Greg Benz

Happy 6th Birth Anniversary to Gyalsey Ugyen Wangchuck Chhog. On this joyous occasion, heartfelt prayers for his well-be...
18/03/2026

Happy 6th Birth Anniversary to Gyalsey Ugyen Wangchuck Chhog. On this joyous occasion, heartfelt prayers for his well-being and bright future πŸ€πŸ’«πŸ™

13/03/2026

Prime Minister elect of Nepal, B***n Shah replies to Prime Minister Tshering Tobgay 's Tweet.

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13/03/2026

Apa Kalay?

We truly live in a bruised society, a deeply bruised one, where being a girl or a woman alone is enough for people to judge, shame, and tear you apart. The moment a story appears about a baby being abandoned, everyone suddenly finds the courage to speak, to criticize, to curse, and to label someone heartless. But very few people stop for even a moment to understand the pain, fear, and confusion behind that story.

It is strange how easily we involve ourselves in someone else’s tragedy. A baby found abandoned becomes public discussion, gossip, headlines, and social media outrage. Yet we rarely ask ourselves whether it is truly our place to intrude into someone else’s most painful moment. Sometimes what we see is not cruelty, but desperation. Sometimes what we call heartlessness is actually fear, isolation, and a lack of support.

The truth is that many of our young people, especially young girls, grow up without enough guidance on relationships, sexual responsibility, emotional consequences, and life choices. Apart from occasional sessions by organizations like RENEW, NCWC, or a school counsellor, there are very few open and honest conversations about these realities. Many young girls are left to learn about these things alone, through confusion, mistakes, and silence.

And then when something goes wrong, society suddenly appears. Not with understanding, but with blame.

What hurt the most in this situation was seeing how quickly everyone pointed their fingers at one young girl. An 18-year-old who is still figuring out life, still learning about the world, suddenly becomes the center of public anger. People call her heartless. People question her character. People tear her apart without even knowing her story. Instead of compassion, she is met with cruelty. Instead of support, she faces endless judgment.

But ask yourself this: does adding more shame to someone who is already scared, already broken, already overwhelmed make the situation any better?

And there is one question that almost nobody seems willing to ask.

Where is the father?

Why is no one talking about the man who is equally responsible for this child? Why does society so easily ignore his role in all of this? A child does not appear because of one person alone. Yet the moment something goes wrong, all the blame falls on the young mother while the father disappears from the conversation as if he never existed.

This is the painful truth about the kind of society we live in. A father who walks away is rarely questioned, rarely shamed, rarely cursed. Meanwhile the mother carries the entire weight of judgment, criticism, and blame.

This is not about supporting abandonment. This is not about encouraging wrong choices. No innocent child deserves to be left behind. But what we need to acknowledge is the imbalance in how we respond to these situations.

When a young woman makes a mistake, she is condemned by society. But when a man walks away from his responsibility, people stay silent.

That silence is exactly what makes our society so bruised.

Instead of rushing to condemn, maybe we should ask deeper questions. Maybe we should focus on better education, stronger support systems, and a culture where young people are guided rather than shamed. Maybe we should create a space where mistakes are addressed with accountability but also with humanity.

Because blaming one person while ignoring the other will never solve the problem.

It only shows how deeply bruised we really are.

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17/12/2025

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