Thimphu Whispers
✏️ Day 15 – Thimphu Whispers
(Bhutan)
My pencil was quiet today.
Not rushing, not buzzing—
just breathing with the mountains.
A single line curved into hills,
another rose into the great Buddha Dordenma,
watching me as if it already knew my thoughts.
Prayer flags fluttered into the margins,
their colors like whispers in the wind.
Then my pencil nudged me with a secret:
Thimphu is one of the only capitals in the world
with no traffic lights.
Just policemen, standing in little booths,
guiding cars with hand-dances.
I grinned—what a city,
where even traffic moves like choreography.
When I signed the page,
my pencil sighed happily,
as if it too had bowed to the mountains.
✨ If your pencil could whisper to the wind, what story would it carry?