Allons-y!

If I told you I've seen magic, would you believe me?

It feels disorientating to be back.

The past week has been surreal. Too surreal, as if I fell down the rabbit hole into a magical kingdom.

Or maybe, I really did.

It is the prettiest place I have ever been.

Bhutan is beautiful, but so is everywhere else in the world. The difference, however, lies in its people - I met the prettiest humankind: the most genuine, the most accepting, the kindest and the friendliest.

They live and breathe a communal spirit that defies all we have learnt to survive in the rat race we signed up to be stuck in - so generous, so trusting, so caring and so loving.

I flew to Bhutan with my dear friend Chinyee, but left with three-

I miss our roadtrips with Bhutan pop blasting from the stereo, laughter from our attempts in conversing in Dzongkha (half of which were profanities because every local said the best way to pick up Dzongkha is to learn the bad words first), and the crisp alpine air from the wind-down windows.

It was a week that felt like the longest wink; so very long - because time was inflated by exhilarating experiences and endearing memories, yet so very short - because time flies when you are having fun.

For once, I didn't find the approaching view of Singapore welcoming while my home-bound flight made it's descent. She seemed so foreign and strange, suffocating and cold.

I feared that returning home would mean waking up from a dream. I feared that time would plant doubts in the realness of my perceived Utopia. I feared of forgetting about the magic I experienced.

But what I really forgot - hearts may change, but memories won't. And I have photos: My return ticket to a moment otherwise gone. Here they are, a curated upload of my fondest memories.

Ma ngu mey, nga lok thoenwong! (Don't cry, I will be coming back!)

In time, I know we'll meet once again.