September Coming
One night in August, Thimphu, Bhutan |
Walking
home from work yesterday evening, I came across trucks and trucks of military
men passing by. A cool August wind laden with aroma of lemon grass was blowing,
brushing my curly brown hair. School children were going home too. A drunken
man lay asleep beside the road. To perfectly soak in the moment, I plugged in
my earphones and listened to the good old Scorpions song: Winds of change.
Change,
then I thought, is a part of life. The most romantic month of the year, August,
is slowly giving way to September. For someone who takes great joy in the
beauty of nature, the coming of September is a huge treat. In September you get
to see clear dark skies at night, filled with a billion twinkling stars. In September,
you get to behold green leaves on the trees turning into colors of yellow and
red. In September, you get to enjoy the peaceful & joyous Bhutanese
festivals. And in September, we welcome our first Bhutanese Losar: Thrue
Bab (Blessed rainy Day).
After a
long cloudy & rainy summer season, September brings you the gift of joy and
tranquility. For farmers in remote hamlets of Bhutan, it is time to collect
bountiful harvest after waiting for months nurturing their plants. For Highlanders,
it is time to migrate to warmer places with their animals.
And for me:
It is time to become a silent poet. It is time to borrow a piece of William
Wordsworth’s poetic soul. I look forward to be living in the moments throughout
September. Sitting on a red plastic chair on verandah, watching the sun set
behind mountains surrounding Thimphu, letting the soft & gentle September wind
kiss my face, drinking pure water,
munching a September apple, playing an old Bhutanese rigsar song from the
nineties on the guitar, watching the magic in nature: when the stars appear one
after another in evening sky, when a crescent moon makes its entry in the eastern
horizons, when the western horizons become a hue of orange & yellow, I will
sing songs of joy and thank God for bringing back the beautiful September once
again for me to enjoy!
Then, when September
ends, someone should wake me up from the intoxication I will get by over-
enjoying September.
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