Kow is a popular dish made of cow hide and although it was once a poor man’s alternative to meat, it is now a delicacy. It’s an art to cook it right; a minute too less, you end up chewing on leather; a minute too long, you end up with glue.
The game of archery is not exactly a sport that draws frenzied supporters out for a kill. There are no die-hard fans and no follow-the-team-to-kingdom-come fanatics. And no streaking hooligans. If anyone is all pumped up, it is the archers themselves.
It looks like the bellybutton holds the body together. And it looks like the ant that is lost is on a journey to find itself. I’m waiting for the birth of my second child – sixteen years hence after the first – and I’ve no clue what I’m waiting for...
We all enjoy the good night hunting jokes, but know this, morons, that concealed within the funny tales of night hunting are the victims of rape, teenage pregnancy, bastards, single mothers and destroyed dreams. Laugh on now, jerks.
To my lament on a Facebook post on the widespread practice of cutting down of straight, tall trees for prayer flags, I got a few customary likes from close friends but one comment struck a discordant note.
Attending my hometown festival for the first time I was exploring the stalls for hoentay, tongba and rainbow trout delicacies, and there was no way a piece of rope woven from yak hair could draw my attention.