tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78900936656792162312024-03-20T15:34:59.118+06:00Tashi's Deep ThoughtsSharing my thoughts on lifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-73094086628599770832018-08-11T17:36:00.000+06:002018-08-11T17:36:05.817+06:00Conversation with Jamba
This is the conversation with my daughter that I have written on April 27, 2017 which I failed to post. So here it is, for the amusement of my daughter when she reads it when she outgrows me:
Every day when I and Jamba have a conversation, jamba comes
up with very interesting and funny moments with her friends. Like this one
Jamba: Mom, when I told my friend that correct way to spell
chi Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-8557749762868299502016-06-29T14:57:00.000+06:002016-06-29T14:57:26.305+06:00Visiting Taj Mahal
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-16055327421327736082014-06-22T18:08:00.000+06:002014-06-22T18:08:01.085+06:00Thank You
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-61974985511650719652013-12-07T16:01:00.000+06:002013-12-07T16:51:41.847+06:00My Little Girl is Two
Here is the pictures of my princess's birthday. It was a small celebration but Jamba really had a good time. I bought a white dress for her because I wanted her to be the brightest.
Oh, we forgot to take the picture of the cake. It had the images of one of her favorite charactesr Upse Daisy and Makka Pakka. :)
Thanks to all the friends who made the day special for Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-59956470276141044862013-12-05T18:59:00.000+06:002013-12-05T18:59:50.111+06:00Why Mothers are hard workers
I
wanted to write about “why mothers are hard workers” before but only today I
could actually pen it down. By this statement, I don’t mean to say that others,
who are not mothers, are not hard workers. Neither did I do any kind of research
nor did I compare myself with others. It is based purely on me, before and
after becoming a mother.
There
is no denying that a woman’s responsibilities get Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-55993031873466355182013-09-07T17:22:00.000+06:002013-09-07T17:22:59.112+06:00Reflecting Back
It has been four years since my father passed away though it seems like ages since he left us.I always believed that he trusted me too much to have left such a huge responsibility on me. He passed away seven months after I started working. He has been really sick for a long time and he held on to us because if he was gone, there was none to look after us. Though my father had a son like brother Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-89951710739572273152013-06-28T19:06:00.002+06:002013-06-28T19:06:38.329+06:00Hopeful Mother
I
have been going through the bumpy road since the day I flew to Melbourne from
Bangkok. I was pretty geared up for this but somehow I really couldn’t make
myself understand why I am doing such a terrible thing to my family and myself.
I think sometimes we are really not ready to accept the things even when is
obvious.
Being
a mother to barely a two year old daughter, I always have and will Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-69249239749687723392013-06-07T19:33:00.000+06:002013-06-07T19:33:05.129+06:00Crazy Things During Exam Time
I have posted this question on my Facebook status: What is the craziest thing you do during your exam preparation time? Because I always have this weirdest ideas of having to do so many things on this particular period. I look forward to taking a break from the study time and spend time on those things. Things like I am doing it right now. Like blogging is more important than studying at this Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-81270853454427978582013-06-02T06:03:00.000+06:002013-06-02T06:03:04.093+06:00Introducing my Husband
Here I am going to write about my
husband Sonam Tashi and his life before our marriage. Our life together is
altogether another long story. I wanted to write this like an autobiography,
but I will never be able to do justice to my husband and his life with my
standard of English and my amateur writing skills. I am writing this so that
when our daughter grows up and have her own kids; she will Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-46967280018619749312013-05-31T12:37:00.001+06:002013-05-31T12:37:35.254+06:00Scary Reality
Quite recently my housemate's nephew was lost in Damthang, Haa. He was just about 5 years and found to be nowhere when his mother came back from picking firewood. The father of the family works in the armed force and has to be away for his duty most of the time. It was quite strange of him to go anywhere since he was not a type of kid who would go out and play. After days of searching him, he Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-69671514521246218042013-05-05T20:10:00.001+06:002013-05-05T20:11:10.221+06:00The Storm is finally coming to an End.
The
worst days are coming to an end soon. The best thing about this storm is that
we learnt how difficult it is to stay away from each other. Our love grew
stronger and we knew that we can’t live without the presence of each other.
There was never a day when I didn’t cry thinking about my family back at home.
The simple thing in life brought tears in my eyes, the simple writings touched
me Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-52844373408510041552013-05-02T18:38:00.001+06:002013-05-03T17:21:10.106+06:00Cultural Shock??
Source: google.com (can be seen in Melbourne)
Source: google.com (seen in Bhutan)
I
really did get a cultural shock when I first came to Melbourne. Everything
looked so different from what I have seen and been to. I have never been out of
my home country for more than 3 weeks. 3 weeks is just enough to have explored
new places, tried new things and just you are starting to miss your Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-42030723575430359692013-04-29T13:52:00.000+06:002013-04-29T13:52:20.492+06:00Painful Days
Courtesy: Buddhism - Being Truly Human, FB
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<![endif]--><!--[if !vml]-->I was on my way back to my
place from the University when I saw this picture and it instantly engulf me
with tears. Only a mother could endure such pain to loveAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-812938998228482702013-04-20T20:44:00.001+06:002013-04-20T20:44:35.552+06:00I Hate Goodbyes
My
housemate’s friends came over to Melbourne for a short vacation and stayed over
at our place for couple of days. I could see the fun of reunion after seven
years but I could hardly spend time with them as I had my own commitments
towards study. But during their last stay I managed to sit with them and share what
not things about life.
Today
we went to see them off to airport and I Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-57557950111081095092013-03-07T18:56:00.001+06:002013-03-07T18:57:03.859+06:00The Pain of Separation
Sometimes
we make mistakes and sometimes we make terrible, horrible, and unforgiving
mistakes. And whoever said that we don’t know what we have until it is gone is
damn crazy right. I am believed to be a strong person and I try to believe it
but when it comes to my family, I am on my knees. As a mother, I couldn’t forgive
myself for leaving my baby at such a tender age when she needs me the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-46232224840049272622012-10-31T14:01:00.000+06:002012-10-31T14:01:04.848+06:00Heart Wrenching Pains
There are
moments in life, when you cannot simply explain how you are feeling because it
is just too heart wrenching. I have come across this moment when Sonam Tashi’s nephew Thinley Chojur passed away at 2 months.
He suffered acute heart failure. I can’t imagine the pain being endured by him
alone. His mother and we talked about him being spoilt when he cried when
actually he was suffering soAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890093665679216231.post-58447859930772123842012-10-20T20:56:00.002+06:002012-10-20T20:56:49.566+06:00Letter from my Brother
I was tremendously feeling low and wrote a long mail to my little brother. This is the response I got from him which made me more proud than I ever was.
hi Ana,
I can understand what you all are going through and we should know that in life things doesn't go the way we want it to be, yet we got to hold on to it and have patients. I also know that people come and go in your small sweet Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17458631089290094834noreply@blogger.com4