Worthy Coin

An office. An assistant. Stack of files before him. He is busy working on it. Slowly lifts up his head and draws in a long sigh. Bites his lips. Plays with his pen. Looks around, empty office. Looks at his watch. 6:30 PM.

Throws the pen on the file that is opened before him. Close the file. Buries his face in his hands. Sighs again.

An ATM machine. The assistant. He takes out his purse, his ATM card and inserts it into the machine. Beep… beep, insufficient fund. Takes the card. Walks out, disappointed.
A home. Empty pots, empty refrigerator. The assistant. He takes a glass, pours a cup of water. Gulp, gulp.

A sofa. The assistant. Tears rolling down his cheeks.

A stupa. A beggar. A mani. The assistant. The beggar smiles while he spins the mani. ‘Something for the poor, sir.’ The assistant takes out his purse. Empty. Embarrassed, checks his pockets… jacket, pants. A coin. Reluctantly, lays it into the crumbled plate in front of the beggar.

‘Thank you.’

A Reason

A cold night. I can feel the icy breeze creeping into me as I sit here, shivering and waiting. Thimphu is cold in winter, you should know.

The flowers I dropped at your doorstep earlier are still there. I know you are in there, I can see the lights and your shadow reflect hither thither on the drapes.

I stand to walk and my! My muscles are frozen. While I grunt in pain, a thick mist escapes out my mouth and nostrils.

A drunken man walks past me and complains of the bitter cold. I smile at him.

I walk to your door and manage a few healthy knocks. No answer.

‘I know you are in there. Why won’t you talk to me?’

And you open a window. Warm air rushes out in exchange for the cold. You just stare at me. Cold and unforgiving.

‘I am really sorry…’

‘Do you think bringing me flowers will make everything alright?’

‘What am I supposed to do?’

‘What are you sorry for?’


A long silence follows. We are both lost. I know I am.

‘Will you marry me?’


‘Well… I love you, and you are having my baby…’

‘Is that your answer to everything?’


Note: The best reason to get married is pregnancy.