God woke up feeling sluggish and mildly hungover. But it was a nice day in Thimphu. Nice enough to go for a walk. Maybe even a run. We’ll see how it goes, he thought. He held up his pair of Asics for scrutiny. They looked fine enough, but smelled a tad funky. As he was lacing up, his phone rang. God winced. It was Grace. Grace Chung. God: Hi Grace, I was just stepping out for something – can I call you in the evening? Grace: God, I’m afraid this is urgent. I have to ask you w

I have never been the spiritual kind, but there I was in the quest for inner peace, looking into my own mind. Trying to rid it of a few pesky thoughts. In my mind’s dimly lit corridors, unfettered thoughts scurried around like plague carrying rats. I saw something move, and recognised that rat. It was the excruciating memory of losing the last game of ping pong I played with a hated colleague. I lost in spite of his ping pong skills being vastly inferior to mine. I thought ab