Hi, my name is Chhoegay Dawa. I am from a small town Khuruthang, in a small District Punakha, in a small country known as the 'land of the thunder dragon', Bhutan.

Through this blog i want to share to the world my writings and some of my experiences in this twenty one years of stepping in this mysterious and adventurous world.

Thank you for visiting my blog, "CHHOEGAY WRITES".

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