A Garden within my Mind

Each morning, around 5:00 a.m., I follow my routine of rising from the warmth of my bed. I take a quick look out the window, where my gaze meets the drifting clouds over Phajoding. This sight has become my solace, offering relief from the day’s stress, the hectic traffic, and the noise of increasing vehicle congestion. Before I face the mess and remnants of my dreams, I pause, take a deep breath of fresh air, and savor these perfect, tranquil moments—they’re the highlight of my day.

Instead of fields, I see a growing number of construction sites and confusing road intersections. Despite having access to a variety of fast foods, 24-hour internet, modern conveniences, and a caring girlfriend, I still feel something is missing—my cherished home. On Saturdays, I wake up, have breakfast, and head back to my village in Paro. That’s my true remedy, my source of comfort and peace for my restless mind.

In the golden waves of autumn paddy, I find myself completely immersed and at peace. My mind, overwhelmed by the lush greenery and golden hues, feels connected to the familiar scent of home. This is where I was raised, and where I wish to spend my final days.

I wander through the mountains, searching for birds, delighting in sparkling brooks, and smiling shyly at the beauty around me. The turquoise Pachu River dances through the green valleys, and the willows gradually turn yellow. The gentle air, the rosy scent, and the sound of cicadas create moments of immense joy. These experiences are a perfect blend of history and nostalgia from my childhood.

Late at night, I often find myself crying in my dreams, longing for my beloved home. It has always been my constant companion, and its impact is deeply personal and hard to explain. It’s a secret place within me, a beautiful landscape that I hold dear. I envision it as a garden in my mind, and though I can’t show it to everyone, it remains a cherished part of me.

Even now, on weekends, I seek out the familiar comfort of home. I dream of it being an untouched sanctuary—free from cars, waste, and disturbances, a perfect retreat for contemplation and peace. This small, cozy wooden home nestled in the woods is what I consider my soul’s true healer—a secret I keep close to my heart.