After
the Global pandemic, almost all the youths of Bhutan started migrating to
Australia in hundreds for studies and work. On top of that, there were civil servants taking premature retirement from the service and joining the exodus.
“Where
are you all going?” His Majesty asked, directing his question to no one in
particular.
There
was a pin-drop silence. His Majesty Jokingly continued, “You guys want to leave
me and desert to a foreign country? Hmmm?”
There
was no reply to this light-hearted question. Instead, the sound of sobbing
began to emerge from some seats. Everyone on the plane was uncontrollably
sobbing. They were not deserting but felt they had no other option but to go to
Australia due to the lack of jobs and employment opportunities back home. They
never imagined that His Majesty would be so concerned.
The
sobbing was so contagious that His Majesty’s eyes were also seen glistening in
the glimmer of the hidden lights in the plane. The helplessness of the King and
his subjects could be felt to the core of the heart. The only difference that
day was that His Majesty did not have the luxury of deserting to other countries like his subjects depending on the situations in the country.
Everyone
cried that day as the flight took off from the tarmac including the people on the
ground watching their loved ones leave the country, searching for greener pastures,
from the ‘Gefa Zor’, oblivious of what happened in the airplane that day.

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