Experiencing Bhutanese Spring

The long wait has come to an end. Time, once again has done its magic. From what seemed like an eternal cage of the four walls of my room, I have set out like a free bird, letting my wings enjoy the luxury of the gentle, spring breeze. I was lost, so much so that the little, simple things which were indeed the most beautiful ones, were never given the attention they truly deserved. Now I see the meadows; the slender of the greens dancing with the wind and the elderly trees mindlessly swaying their mighty branches in the faint tune of the same. Green has once again taken over, and this time with such elegance and artistry that every bit of the view smoothly jigsaws with one another, offering what might easily be the masterpiece for the eyes to feast upon. Orchestrating the whole exhibit is the weak sun, recovering from its harsh winter ordeal – teaming up with white flutters, putting up a marvelous show in the vastness of the blue. The lifeless rustles long gone – the tune is once again the melodious bird chirps and the divinely prayer flag flutters. Spring has come and indeed at her best.

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