After facing over 300,000 people at the CICCC ground over a period of two months with all those hustle and bustle, it feels little empty to be alone at home. My family has taken their annual three-week visit to their grandma in Japan. My house is quite big and so the silence (and emptiness) often jolts you. You pause a second and remind yourself you are the only inhabitant. You pour a drink, throw yourself on the sofa, put a DVD (I don’t have cable TV at home) and often fall asleep. No wonder loneliness breeds alcoholism (I haven’t become one still!).
But living alone has advantages too. You can sleep as long as you want. You can leave empty dishes in the kitchen without having to submit explainations to anyone. You are free to go in and out of your home at anytime. You also become more responsible. You have to worry that you closed the water taps, gas nozzles, heaters and geysers. You gather new skills like operating a washing machine and new knowledge that electricity, we boast of exporting, goes for Nu. 3 per unit while we export for quarter that amount. And garbage trucks come only thrice a week. Life truly is a continuous learning process.
But there is one thing that I hate being alone – cooking. That’s when I realise how dependent I have become of my wife. Actually I really don't mind cooking and I “think” I make some edible stuffs. But no one agrees to that – not even my four yak dogs. I get a strange feeling that they miss my wife more than me.
Wishing a nice weekend to all the Bhutanese bloggers.