As I write this, our living room is a total mess. Half-opened suitcases with pilling clothes, jackets on the couch, and toiletries are still in their bags. We have just gotten back from Bhutan, and the memories couldn't wait, even though the mess could. As she takes out

Vanndana just returned from her solo trip to Bhutan and was sitting in the cosy living room with her friend. It was a rainy evening, and the warm light from the table lamp cast a soft glow over the room. Vanndana’s friend was making coffee in the kitchen while

“Wait, where’s your Kindle?” my partner asked with a concerned voice.  That’s how our journey to Bhutan began—a mix of excitement and a classic Krishna blunder.  After landing at Paro International Airport, I realized I’d left my Kindle on the plane. No kidding, I panicked like