"How many years have you been here?" he asks, his deep, resonant voice momentarily freezing me in place. His right hand rests firmly on my shoulder, grounding me. I bow slightly, lost in the moment, my mouth lightly covered by my cupped palm.
"Four years, la," I hear myself whisper, barely audible.
He offers a warm, reassuring pat on my shoulder before continuing on his way.
Then, she follows in his footsteps, moving with effortless grace.
"Are both of these your children?" she asks, her gaze kind as she looks at my wife and me.
"Yes, la," we reply, bowing slightly.
"How wonderful that you have both your children with you (in this distant land)" she smiles.
Her smile is radiant—so powerful it could set a thousand ships to sail.
In that brief but meaningful exchange, we feel profoundly honored. Though the moment is fleeting, its impact is lasting. It becomes a story we eagerly share with anyone willing to listen.
The 600-mile journey from Melbourne to Canberra, those seven hours on the road, were more than worth it. We are truly blessed.
2 comments:
I knew how it felt!!! Last time His Majesty the King also asked me questions when I visited Paro Tsechu!!! I could not stop smiling after that!!! :)
Blessed indeed, we are.
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