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Let’s Talk Money – The Happy Nation

Bhutan is ranked as the most peaceful country in South Asia for the 2021. Sure, we are happy and proud. On the other hand, how can we be at peace when Our Majesty is in constant worry fighting Covid-19 at the front line? How can we brand ourselves the happiest nation when we know for a fact that we are far from being self-sufficient? Do we want to continue being the back drop for the people from rich nations to come and take breaks from their normal busy life? Or do we want to strive harder to reach their achievements, of course while keeping our culture and traditions intact?   Recently I have been involved in writing content for a certain paper related to Covid-19 and its impact on Bhutan. I know for a fact that the number of individuals living off Druk Gyalpo’s Relief Kidu is huge. Recently, with the floating of shares (held in the name of Sungchob Fund and Kidu Fund) for sale, the extend of the pressure caused to the Relief Fund can only be imagined. If this cannot make us worry, t

My Forgotten Blog

Almost a decade since I last posted on my blog. Recently, a young blogger friend of mine, in a casual conversation happen to discuss about his variety of online works. He shared about how he was also able to earn few amounts, to support through his education years. After the conversation I came to check on my long forgotten blog. While scrolling through the pages, all the memories of those blogging days came back. It was also emotional that I have forgotten the blog, but nothing on the blog has changed, it stayed exactly as how I left it some 10 years ago. Friends who followed the blog were still here. I felt terrible that I let my passion for writing suffer a slow death. 

During the initial years when I stopped posting on the blog, the writing was on, but my articles were sometimes too personal and sometimes too sensitive to post ( or so I thought). Since I wasn't posting my articles on the blog, slowly it seem unnecessary to even write down. After that, many articles have been written in my mind and disappeared into thin air, without ever coming out in black and white. As more years passed by, even writing in my mind stopped. 

Of course, as I started a full time job, life got busy and there wasn't enough time. To add on it, becoming a mother made me busier, plus as age advanced, life's responsibilities kept growing. However, these were excuses I have used to avoid writing. To speak honestly, it was procrastination and laziness that actually killed my love for writing. I did write once in a while, but those were mostly academic, written in exchange for money or other purposes but not out of pure love for writing. 

To see that the blog has survived all these years, as good looking as it was then, without me even checking on once brought me nostalgia. For the sake of my blog that has survived a decade without my nurture (if not for anything else), I want to give it a try to bring it back to live. So to start with, I gave my blog a new name ' Learn Every Day' and bought a custom domain 

As of now, I am feeling like a lost child in the middle of no where, not knowing from where to pick up. Hoping to make this journey happen..


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