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Myths and magic

My recent trip to the land of thunder dragons was interesting in many ways. Being a story teller I lapped up the tales of myth and magic. Bhutan's national animal Takin was created when a monk , disappointed after being served with bones of different animals for dinner, conjured up a magical animal. Though Bhaskar commented, that the animal could have been made more handsome!
And there was a divine being, who rode a tiger and slayed a demon.
And then there is a village of wish fulfillment for all those wanting babies. The village has a temple dedicated to phallic power. And it was interesting though a tad embarrassing to see similar toys in every nook and corner and as I took a surreptitious pictures I wondered if anyone noticed 😁! And I walk into a shop where two just teen boys are shopping for souvenirs.
- " What is that? If we buy it will you give us a discount?" Pointing to a keychain phallic souvenir !
Lady shopkeeper-" That's a phaalluuus?"
- "What's a phaalluuus?"
Lady - "Go Gooogul it!"
And after they left she winked at me and said "What naughty boys!"
And if she knew I am writing this she would probably say "What a naughty auntyyyyy!"😂😂😂😂😂

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