PROLOGUE

It was spring,midway through Apirl.I had come back to the place after a very long time -- ten years was a very long time for a return to a place I once so loved.Everything seemed same --everything but for the two peace trees.

They were re-planted.The trees were young and short but they still bore flowers.I took my nine year old daughter with me who carried my high school camera.She was enthusiastic to explore the new environment while I just scouted around,trying to figure out if there were significant changes that happened in the last decade.she had never been away from noisy life of Thimphu.And now,she was excited about the silence that surrounded her.I was just a teenage high school girl when I walked around the hamlet of phosorong in bliss.Now I was someone with a Master's Degree in Business Administration.

I just touched the flowers of spring,reminiscing the old times.I still remembered it like a movie watched ten thousand times.It was tranquil and peaceful to be away from Thimphu.

Tenzin,my daughter hopped towards me and showed me some photographs.She smiled at me as she clicked through the pictures.

"Look,mom,"she said,"the flowers look so beautiful and so do you.Even your kishuthara looks charming.can you click some pictures of me with flowers too?"

I was in a kishuthara and wore an ovwr jacket.I nodded and took the camera from her hands.I went few steps away to take pictures of her.She held the branches with flowers close to her head and smiled at me.I clicked few more photographs of her."come and see,"I said.

She came rushing towards me after I was done.I showed her the photos and that brought smiles on her face.She was happy with it."Thank you,"she said and returned to the flowers,but without the camera.I looked at the photos which I just took -- the photos in which she held the branch above her head and showed the world a smile.It took me back to my memories.

"She looks just like me,"I thought.

"Boom,"she gently pressed me on my back.I jersey.I didn't say anything."You got scared,"she smiled the widest.I didn't say anything to that either.I just stared at the photo in the camera.I remembered my own time when I stood under the flowers and let someone take pictures of me.My eyes were filled with tears and drop rolled down my cheeks.

"What happened,mom?"she asked."come here."I said."let me tell you a story."

Authors note.

incase u guys don't understand what kishuthara means or what phosorong or Thimphu means let me explain the meaning to ya

kishuthara is a traditional cloth that we Bhutanese wear that is Kira,there are alot of different types of Kira names and pattern so u can sreach it up on Google if u want to explore more about our traditional cloth

Phosorong is a place in bhutan.

Thimphu is the main capital city of bhutan.

now that you have known this words meaning hope you enjoy reading and I will upload the chapters as soon as possible.

To Be continued....

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