Along the curves to a village called Tang
We held hands and have laughed
Rolled around on the lushly grass and kissed.
Made love, suppressing our moans
And controlling our bursting desires
Least the parents sleeping might awaken.
Now that was tough, tougher than the walk uphill.
Around a bend we sat and drank
The bottle of Ara mother so lovingly gifted
With tears in her eyes, and a hug that said goodbye.
Beside a river that I know not where it would flow
Mother cried, you cried, I nearly did, Yangka definitely did.
Sigh, goodbyes break my heart. But not for now
Just now, Ara has the power.
Atop a hill called Yoto-la, we smiled and posed
We clicked and shook our heads, so we clicked again
A perfect moment finally captured.
This was our moment
Amongst a bus load of tourist, gawking at the scenery
Shivering slightly in the mountain wind.
This, was our moment.
Then beneath the paintings from Travelers and Magicians
We sat to feel the feel, and then danced a little dance too
Awed at the art, enjoyed the scenery, relieved a little
And off we went again, winding and turning up and down.
I drove and you smiled, I drove and you yawned
I looked at you and realized
I was falling in love everyday.
And finally after many hours and many cigarettes too
The lights of Thimphu beckoned us home.
Tired and weary not romantic any more
Fighting sleep and the bottle of Ara too
My recollection actually is nil from that moment on.
But this journey I know I will take a thousand times more
Some in my dreams, some in my wishes.
I miss you Amore, come home
Tang is calling us.
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