The past five days I spent my time on the beautiful beaches of Nosara in Costa Rica. There, I learnt how to surf and despite my inability to swim, I found that I quite enjoyed it. It’s funny because I’ve always loved being in the water, but for some reason never had to opportunity to learn how to master or overcome it. Having the beach so close by, I couldn’t help but spend time there and take time to jump some waves and swallow some nice salty water, right?

It was during our second last night that there was a bonfire at the beach and I drifted to the side with a group and stared at the moon that was bright enough for me to see what I was surrounded by. But the more i stared up, the more I saw waves. I felt them and I couldn’t get the thought of being in the water out of my silly head. Below, is something I wrote on the bus ride back to the Cloud Forest up in Monteverde. What originally was supposed to be a poem turned into this style of writing that I only learnt of a year ago. This thing called ‘stream of consciousness’ writing that came up in English class while we studied Ginsberg who was quite a character and really didn’t care about anything anyone thought. Anyways there’s my introspective piece after a little trip to the beach with some pretty incredible people 🙂

I see waves.

I see waves when I gaze into the night sky
I see waves when I close my own eyes
I see waves and I don’t even know why

For someone who can’t swim
I find myself in water quite often
It gives me the gift of presence the absence of which gives way to sadness

As I see waves
Gently building up
creating little caves
Flowing through me
I struggle to stay afloat
I struggle for air

And then I realize the essence of life through the presence of my being
As I stand on the tips of my toes keeping my nose on the surface of the liquid that might be the end of me the impermanence of that which is life strikes me like thunder sending chills through the bones that hold me together spreading goosebumps across the skin that stretches to cover every part of my body. I’m alive and I’m so very lucky to be. But to be alive in the ocean with a Bhutanese soul so far away from home. Sometimes confused by the expectations I set for myself how will I ever understand the demands of others and whether or not they need to be met. Where will I find happiness in my heart that will stay? I love my life and the insides of my core will fight if any part of me disagrees till opinions are changed and I am grateful for the life I have and the fortune that I have found. The treasures in life will never be gold or silver but the smiles that spread across faces across the land and across the ocean when hearts are warm but sadness is around and everything balances out.

There are moments in time when I struggle to understand life. But then I realize that the eyes I look into when I’m sad as they shine with good intentions to make me smile, maybe life is not meant to be understood. It’s meant to be lived. Whole heartedly. Like the world could end any second like you are being beckoned by the wind and earth and the trees are calling your name because we are all the same.

You can talk about love and hurt but you’ll never understand if you’ve never felt it. And maybe you can’t understand life if you can’t feel it. Maybe you need to say it’s okay when you’re down because you know that you’re not underground, that you will be found. You don’t have to be different and you don’t have to be the same. Be who you are and the right people will love you and your journey can be the best you’ve ever had.


6 hours and 6 minutes

6 hours and 6 minutes left of the last 3 months. It’s been a wonderful and crazy term in New Zealand. It’s taken so long yet gone by like a breeze. Summer seems like a dream now as I head back home to some cold weather in Bhutan- Something I’m kind of dreading yet totally looking forward to. I’ve never been the most eloquent writer or speaker, but I know I definitely haven’t done justice to the last few months that New Zealand has given me. Especially not on this blog. So here’s my attempt at an ode to New Zealand, the land of the hobbits.

Home to Frodo.

To Hobbit or not to Hobbit?

To Hobbit.

To Hobbiton, for making screens come to life

To Hobbiton, for being there for us to see

To Hobbiton, for welcoming me to New zealand,

To Hobbiton, for being my most popular picture on instagram

To Frodo, for helping me persevere when the IB got to me

To New Zealand, for letting me sail again

To New Zealand, for helping me face my fears

To New Zealand, for throwing me into the Ocean with a pool noodle

To New Zealand, for letting me meet chill ass people

To New Zealand, for allowing me to be adventurous,

To New Zealand, for being so beautiful

To New Zealand, for all the love and inspiration

To the home of Frodo, a land I never dreamed of seeing

To the home of Frodo, for making non-existent dreams come true

To New Zealand, Thank you for being my home

To New Zealand, I wish a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Bay of Islands, New Zealand

We were meant

All these places that we lay our eyes on

All the emotions elicited interject

Our time together will soon be gone

Our time together we introspect

We were meant to be here

We were meant to see and hear

We were meant to hug the trees

We were meant to hold the keys

We were meant to perceive

We were meant to believe

We were meant to understand

We were meant to say, “we can”

We were meant to live

We were meant to give

We weren’t meant to be told

We were meant to change this world.

We are the lights that will refuse to stop shining

The lights that will not once cease to burn through the darkest ages

We are the trees that will grow to the skies with our roots still grounded

With our eyes wide open,

we feel the things we see.

We are the ones who have faith and still believe

In the beauty of the world and the beauty that we are capable of creating

We are the future generations

We are hope

We are the future generations

Summer <3

Oh sweet, sweet summer. I can’t believe it’s almost over. Looking back, and thinking about all the thoughts I thought this summer is crazy. I’m glad they were all happy ones. So much has happened, so, so fast. It’s hard to fathom that two months has gone by. Just like that. I feel both excited and terrified for what’s to come. I’ve been waiting for senior year my whole life and somehow it looks nothing like I imagined.. not that I imagined anything haha.

I can’t believe I’ve had to start thinking about college. It makes me feel so old but at the same time, not at all. But it’s so exciting to know that I still have so much to look forward to in life. There’s so much that’s happened yet so much more that’s waiting to happen. It’s such a scary thought but oh so wonderful at the same time.

It’s funny because this happens every single time, but I never see it coming. Summer feels like the best time ever and I have the hardest time letting go. But then the travels begin and they always blow my mind. Can’t wait to see what New Zealand has in store for me 🙂

Anyways, as I pack up my two month stay at home, I’d like to thank all the fantastic people I got to spend time with this summer. It’s been a beautiful time. I will never forget it. I’ve enjoyed it so much that I’m already looking forward to the next time we’re all together again 🙂

Much love and big hugs,



This deep quote though
This deep quote though


The inconsistency in which the way everything flows in and around us in our lives
weaving it self in and out, in and out.

It’s like motivation
how sometimes you feel it,
and sometimes you just don’t

It’s like friendship
When one moment you’re there
and in another, you’re gone

It’s like energy
It’s like fun
It’s like every single thing ever

People are fickle
there is never a constant
but there doesn’t have to be

It’s like me
I will always be consistently inconsistent
I will always be


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Crazy good


Leaving Japan in five hours now. Having lived here for six months, it feels super weird to know that I’ll never be returning with the same people I’ve been with. I’ve had so, so many fantastic experiences and it’s going to be hard saying goodbye. So here it is – My tribute to Japan and everyone who’s made it such a special time. ❤

Hiroshima, from Mitate-yama


Six months feels like it’ll last forever,

Yet it comes and goes so fast, I just..

This is weird, it’s crazy, but it’s good.

So, so good.

For the last few months, I called Hiroshima my home.

.. and it’s been nothing but wonderful.

I loved every second of it.

Times were rough, just rough enough to help me grow.

If not for you Japan, I wouldn’t know what I now know

So thank you,

For all the experiences you’ve given me,

the bonds you’ve let me make,

and for all the good times that kept me sane

and all the bad times that sometimes drove me a little insane

but whatever because I’m better now.

So thank you Japan

Because being here was crazy good.



I am grateful

For everything I’ve ever received,

and for every individual I’ve ever met.

I am grateful

For all the opportunities I’ve ever had

and for all the lessons I’ve ever learnt

I am grateful

For all the friends I have made

and for all the memories they have given me

I will never forget them

I am grateful

For the life that I live

and for the people I am surrounded by,

for the people I have been surrounded by

Thank you, you help me grow

I am grateful

For the life I get to live,

My life has been fantastic

Thank you, to everyone who’s made it that way.

I am grateful,

For all the times I’ve fallen flat on my face

and for all the people who were there to pick me up.

I am so blessed to know such kindness

I am grateful,

To be so blessed,

Life could be so much harder but it’s not,

It’s the best life that I could live

And so,

I am grateful

For everything that’s ever happened

and for everyone I’ve ever known.

For life,

I am grateful.





18 years young


After reading the book “The things they carried” by Tim O’Brien, I saw how much war impacted the society on more of an individual basis. The opposition displayed from the very people who fought the war; the soldiers. War doesn’t do anyone good and people certainly shouldn’t be forced into it via conscription.

For this piece, I took the perspective of a soldier who was against the idea of war who yet fought for his country in the Vietnam War.  O’Brien’s book showed the psychological impacts that the war had on soldiers and how it became so difficult for them to reintegrate into society.

I chose to communicate my message in the form of a prose poem where each stanza represents the perspective of the soldier before, during and after the war. The literary devices I used were, end rhyme, rhythm, rhetorical question, oxymoron. By using one soldier’s perspective, it gives the piece a personal touch and allows for readers to connect and try understanding the character’s feelings. Furthermore, it paints a clearer picture of the psychological change the soldier faces in the different stages of his experience in the war.


                                                                                    18 years young


18 years young, I haven’t lived much

18 years young, I don’t really know pain and such

18 years young, I have received an opportunity

18 years young, the world will reveal itself to me

In a far off country, I will represent my own

In a far off country, I will be scared to the bone

To fight another people, just to fight them

Nothing to do with protecting mine

I can’t comprehend this war

I don’t want to go that far

I can’t understand the power I don’t have

To make a decision that is not mine

Leaders are supposed to be kind

If I refuse to go, they have to acknowledge that I have a reason

And as the seasons change their minds close up

They don’t give me a chance to speak up, they’d rather not hear

Why the war was a mistake and that they can save it

They’d rather not hear. Rather, they’d have millions of people disappear

At the hands of war they submit, even though it’s supposed to be the other way around

It’s like they don’t care

Because if they cared, they’d listen

18 years young, I spend most of my time online

18 years young, I realize

War is not what anyone desires

Dying in the name of killing the innocent

What ever happened to diplomacy?

Have our leaders not learned?


Today I represent my country in the war.

Today I fight for the country that I leave behind me, so far

I leave my country, barely a man

I have arrived; I have landed on this distant land

While my country remains so far behind me, so, so far

My platoon, we march all over Vietnam

In our foreign appearance, the natives observe

As we leave trails of our foreignness

In death and destruction

Of their native homes

Consolidating our power in their land

I have power now, but power I do not long

I feel helpless, for I cannot help the people

I can, but I cannot in the name of my people

I never wanted to be here

Everything I want to do, I can but I can’t

I can but I don’t

I can but I won’t

I shoot them and they shoot right back

They shoot us because we shoot them

We are trained soldiers

And them? They are but villagers

Probably never held a gun before

I want this pain to leave my body, my mind and my soul

I wish for this pain to leave everybody on earth

I find no place for such pain on this beautiful planet

The boys in my platoon, we became friends, we became family

My family believed they were doing the right thing

They believed they were protecting their country

Because that’s what the leaders told them

That’s why they were forced to come

And they came with honor

Nonetheless, this war has pained us all

A pain so ugly must disappear

How can I make it?

20 years young, it’s been two years and I have done nothing.

When will this horror end?


Never. Never for me nor anyone involved

40 years young, I’m not young anymore

I know what life is, what pain is, what loss is

This isn’t uncommon for anyone

Except it is for me and all soldiers who fought in that futile war

The way we learned our lessons

Will never align with those who weren’t involved

Our perception of these principles will never meet

When I was 18 years young, I was sent off to fight

What kind of life is that for someone 18?

20 years ago, I came back home, a man

Who’d seen and heard things no one should ever have to

Who’d been forced to do terror to people who never deserved it

The guys and I, we’d hurt all those people

But we got hurt too

It hurt our minds and hearts to see and feel

And to return home

To be blamed

For all the hardships we endured,

For all the lessons we learned

For doing what we were forced to

For surviving

Looked upon as the bad guys, the criminals

By the people we were forced to leave

What about those of us who were told it was the right thing?

What about those of us who believed what they told us?

For those men, they receive no acknowledgement for their accomplishments

In the name of the country, they put forth their best

To receive the worst

Our own people blamed the war on us

How could they

They cannot point the fault on our side when it is nowhere near

Unless leaders open their minds and start accepting

The responsibilities that they have

To keep their people happy

There are so many of us today

Veterans, seen as villains

Veterans taking the blame

The blame for a game that they were forced to play

If war were a game, it’s a game we shouldn’t be playing

If leaders can’t do their jobs, maybe they shouldn’t be leading

If war is the only resort, leaders aren’t leading


“Promise Yourself

To be so strong that nothing
can disturb your peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity
to every person you meet.

To make all your friends feel
that there is something in them
To look at the sunny side of everything
and make your optimism come true.

To think only the best, to work only for the best,
and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others
as you are about your own.

To forget the mistakes of the past
and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful countenance at all times
and give every living creature you meet a smile.

To give so much time to the improvement of yourself
that you have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,
and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

To think well of yourself and to proclaim this fact to the world,
not in loud words but great deeds.
To live in faith that the whole world is on your side
so long as you are true to the best that is in you.” 
― Christian D. LarsonYour Forces and How to Use Them



Do you remember?
Feeling the chill of the cold September air?
Feeling the ceiling of the sky with your eyes
Feeling yourself realize that all that you thought you despised
Were all lies and that there were no goodbyes

They were only temporary
Those feelings that you thought would last forever
Those feelings that you thought would never leave your side
Those feelings that you felt were endlessly bugging you, tugging at your heartstrings
Only for you to recognize that there was an end to the endlessness
Nevertheless I must confess
I have my troubles.

Take all of mine away
I can’t face them all today
I can’t deal with them anyways
They’re not worth having anyways