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.