Still here. Still holding it.
This wasn’t for views. It was for healing.
A story like this doesn’t end. It settles in you.
You didn’t just watch it you absorbed it.
From Bhutan 🇧🇹
The ache in this was strangely comforting.
This wasn’t entertainment. It was a reckoning.
You don’t find stories like this they find you.
Even if no one else sees it, I did.
It asked for nothing. But gave so much.
I’ll carry this one with me.