Ruminating over one Crazy and scary moment back then…..
Spring was already in Punakha. Evening
walk and weekend dinner was popular with us.
A close friend of ours (esp.Sonam & Mine), Tshering Dorji, we fondly
call him “Gentle” had been hospitalized due to tuberculosis (TB). Every
Saturday evening, we usually take our time off and go out for a dinner. That
very day two of us had decided to visit our friend and then join our other
three girls for the dinner. We prepared some dishes for our friend, bought some
juice and snacks and then left Punakha.
He had been hospitalized at Punakha general hospital since a week ago.
We greeted our friend and spent almost an hour there. Dusk has already started
to spread over Punakha valley by the time we decided to leave. We waited for
almost 15 min and couldn’t find a single empty cab passing by. Huh!!! What a
bad Luck…a speeding car stopped in front of us. We got lift. I still remember
us jumping into the car with an enemorous smile. Back at Mitsena our three
friends had already reached the place to dine. We could not make them wait
anymore. There were two guys in the car; a Bhutanese guy who was driving and an
Indian guy with mustache was sitted in the front seat.
During that time “Khegpas” had been
the talk of the town. Inside the cab, it was deep silence. The driver received
a call. ‘We got what we wanted. There are
two….we are about to reach the hotel... Don’t worry I will take care of it”..
He responded the call. The way he responded the call made us boggle our mind
and more over the Indian guy with mustache made us more perplexed. In the back
seat two of us stared at each other and without speaking a word we knew what we
were thinking. I looked at the back of the car and saw a rope. That made me
very sure about those two guys. For the first time ever in our life we felt we
made the greatest mistake by taking the lift. Both of our hands were on our
cell phone.
It was just 5km journey and yet we
found it too long. As we approached near Khuru town, we said the driver to stop
the car and we got out immediately. Without a word we rushed inside a shop. We
forgot to thank them for the lift. We relaxed for few min inside the shop,
stared at each other’s face and then our mouth opened after almost 15 min rest.
We talked about what would have really happened if those two were real khegpas.
Luckily we weren’t kidnapped but those two guys really scared us to death.
Our three friends had been waiting for
us since an hour ago. As we reached there, we rushed to voice out our scary
experience within last one hour. They laughed. Indeed they just thought that it
was a cock and bull story made by us, though it wasn’t. We still don’t know whether
those two guys were Khegpas or not... but they made our one hour so scary and
today chewing over that makes it more memorable. Thanks to those two for giving
us the lift.
Ya, I still remember your and Sonam's expression clearly. Any how, its great story which happen it for good reason. You are a great writer.... Cha zhap enn che lu... (y)
ReplyDeleteYa, I still remember your and Sonam's expression clearly. Any how, its great story which happen it for good reason. You are a great writer.... Cha zhap enn che lu... (y)
ReplyDeleteThank you ...
DeleteHaha.... Interesting story to tell la Passang! Keep writing! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you mamm Rima....for going through it.... :)
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