Dorji Tenzin: Random Thoughts like Cries of a Clown

Let me tell you a story; The story that never was And that never will be It was tale of yore When you and I were not here. There is Knight in the shining armour. He rode so gallantly His lady love is waiting Crooning like a dove “I must take your leave, my lady,’ he said. He kissed her snowy face She kissed his sunshine lips. ‘I will wait for you my lord Wait for you like addicted ghost.’ With assured promise, he rode away Into foreign land where duty called. Time went on and on and on Gallant Knight missed her so much He returned with crown of love. ‘Ah! What is nobler than love,’ he thought Until he was welcomed with, ‘Meet my husband James.’

Dear Gift  I am writing this epistle as a gift from your past. I am writing this letter as the ghost of days gone by. I am writing this chit as an apology for promise not kept. I am writing this as excuse for my humanly failure. I am writing this as a friend to old best friend. I am writing this as wretched man to a beautiful and noble woman. I am writing this as an ex-lover to betrayed lover. As a cliché phrase goes, hours turn into day, the days into week and weeks into month. As unruly time travel its unending journey, ten months have passed. Ten months ago, we were not what we are today. We were younger by literal calculation of time. We were lovers by measurement of human relationship. We had a dream by standard of human expectation. Moreover, we had a promise kept to be broken by frail nature of human attitude. Today, after 10 months, we have become what we didn’t promise to be. I have become husband of an expecting woman. You have become lover of another man. In next