Kuenza's Diary

Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was all imagination of my mind. Or maybe it was exactly what he did. I don’t know why he had to hurt me. It was as if he was angry with the world and he could say it only to me. I listened. We became friends. The glass-shattering talks never ended. The tirade went on every day. I was the one to cry. I don’t know who won or who lost. Maybe it is not even a question of winning and losing. Maybe it is just the way life is. But how long can you go on, just as if, the world is perfect when it is not?

I'm copying Shyam's comment on Luzee's article in nopkin.com with due respect and permission from him: I feel sorry for Laden. It indeed was too bad of Mr. Idol, but why did Laden idolize him? It is only human nature to act like God when being idolized. And he forgot he was on earth when he was lifted too high by Laden's degree of words and trust. Laden lifted him 9 feet high and he burried her 18 feet deep. Were those sympathetic words only to make Laden weep? Was that promise of friendship only in thoughts to keep? Late and lonely night talks, Life story of unknown nature spoken over lonely walks. Trust, and hearts won, Hollow words and truth left to mourn Laden and even her best friend tagged you the best man in town Why the hell did you left them alone low and down? To trust is good but to over trust in expectation hurts. Laden never expected her Idol to be telling lies (He was the most decent Man on God's earth after all) and Mr. Idol never wished ...

Yes we met many years back But the first time we met, You’d too outgrown a nature, And me a timid little girl. I respected you for being our counsellor And worked hard any task I was given We shared only one Or two words at the most The hot Saturday morning I still remember, How you would scamper by Dressed in short pink skirt I didn’t know we would become friends One we would take farther down the line And here I look back, I know nothing would be more beautiful Oh yes, you didn’t talk to me for many days! Did I fail you there? Or maybe it was you But we are still friends How many birthdays have we Celebrated together with letters? This isn’t just another day I know this is special You haven’t grown a beard Your hair hasn’t grayed But oh yes, You are a woman now And on this day special May you become even wiser May you talk even more And may you have a great birthday /Author’s note: L has taken two week...

I don't know if I believe in miracles. I have been losing hope in hard work. Have I not worked hard enough? Have I not understood well enough? Life could never be anything more... But go on....

Were we tired? I don't know. It was like we had a second force coming from somewhere that pushed us ahead. It was great fun. It was like we never lived closer to nature. It was a three day trek in the mountains. The Thimphu valley lay so beautifully when we climbed higher up the mountain. With each rest we took, we looked down and admired this beautiful civilization. We climbed up and reached a beautiful hill top. It is above Phajoding the famous monastery. As the cold breeze seeped through our bones, we felt a chilling sensation of the reality. And finally when we reached the camping area and settled for the night, we drank. Not to get drunk but in merriment. And the laughter generated in the tent reverberated around the jungle and the mountain.

You will see the moon shine just when you think the darkness has set in.

He said, “Accepting the fake present and denying the true future is not about having a strong moral.” Yanki was dumbstruck. She never took her life on her palm and looked at closely like she did that day. She did not want to change the path but maybe the fate was trying to cheat her. Every strong principle crested in her heart was crumbling down. It was futile to think she could build it again. They shouted at each other. They found faults and pointed fingers—and yet, they talked on the phone every day. Every day they met online. They circled around the same topic everyday and they never seemed to make progress. They were looking into a mirror that was blurred by their own breath to lay path for the future but there was no way they would know what it was going to be like. She shared what she did not share with many friends. Yanki met him online many years back. But that was a different story. They were both seen under a façade that was designed and named by other people. T...