We take for granted the pride of being Bhutanese It was almost late night. Face cupped in my hands and eyes fixed at the piles of assignments due the next day, tiredness and sleepiness drowned me. Just as I wiped off the coffee stains on the tablecloth, a call (from a new number) jerked me back to toes. One Mr. Andrew got himself introduced and for the next seven and a half minute, he was to bring back a record of memories – memories of his stay... (more...)
