Stories from Here and There: verses of Hocus Pocus!
It had already been fifteen minutes and they were told that out of the nineteen flats, two of the tenants were yet to show up. They had all gathered, as the second lockdown hit Bhutan, a ballad they were having with their electricity bills which they were yet to discover. Like a common man’s first time visit to a Five Stars Hotel : how can bill be this high, when all you served was a spinach leaf with two drops of olive oil? Sir, we grow our own spinach and olive! You come here for the sake of seeing our chef’s artistic career, which he had forgone while he chose cooking?
All his neighbours were elder to him, thus, he being one of the youngest tenants, he kept shut and observed them all. With his own spectrum of judgement, he was at Saint Peter’s gate, he judged who to send to hell or who to be kept alive till he sent them to hell. Mind is a beautiful disgusting fortress, if only everything that was on one’s mind were projected on a silver screen, it would have been nauseating for all.
Till date, Dophu didn’t know that there was a Lama in the building. He thought a gelong stayed because Lamas had private property – a notion conceived in his head as concrete as society projected and taught him, but it was a Lama they said and they went on stating, how Lama was an aggressive person, especially when someone parked their cars in Lama’s designated parking lot.