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Sunday 25 October 2009

A precious handshake and a precious photograph

I was lost in excitment, I was lost in his warmth, I was enlightned for a while, because I could denounce everything on this world when His Majesty the King shook my hand and took a photograph with me holding my degree certificate.

His hands were so gentle, yet warm enough to save the lives from cold. His hands were so smooth, even a first degree burnt patient would not feel the pain if he touches his hand. His hands were so pleasant in smell that even the gods and goddesses would come now and then to be around him. His words were so simple, some soft yet so powerful to make even the most evil and devil minded humans and demons on this earth would listen to him and become his followers. His words of congratulation went into my ear far better than any music I have listend so far.

As I stand along with him on the dias, I felt the glittering of his charming and young leader of Bhutanese Monarch. I had the opportunity to meet the Prime Minister, conversed wit him without any fear, I had the opportunity to shake my hands with one of the greatest American Senator, John MaCcain and interview him when he visited Bhutan last year. During all those, I did not have a patch of fear and lost my confidence. But not this time, even for a few seconds, I knew I lost confidence and was definitely shivering myself on the dias during the photo session. These were some of the great qualities and invisible powers His Majesty possesed.

I will never forget this day, the evening of October 22, 2009. The handshake and photo session with His Majesty the King to receive my degree certificate.