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Monsoon Moods

My mood has this tendency to swing from one form to another, just like the weather in this part of the country at this time of the year. Unpredictable is an adjective that best describes what is happening in the southern Bhutan. It is sad some people had to encounter yet another nightmarish flashflood and some lives have been lost to the forces of nature. Some bridges are completely destroyed and roads are blocked.

How unpredictable our lives are! You are there this moment and then you are gone the next moment. And forces of nature are strong for anyone to defy. I join my fellow citizens in paying my deep condolences to all the victims of these tragic incidents.

In Pasakha, a couple has broken their legs.  And it is difficult to imagine their lives in the aftermath of this event, when both of them come out of shock and when they will be forced to make a living with a broken leg each. What a tragedy! Hopefully, some form of help will come their way and raise them through this nightmarish situation. Likewise to all others who faced the same tragedy.

And likewise, reports flood Bhutanese media of flashfloods creating havoc in the country. There are also reports from the east about earthquakes although damages are minimal.

Should we blame it all on climate change and global warming? Do we need to do something to save ourselves from these natural calamities? All terribly difficult questions!

(Photo by Kuensel)

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