“Ting-ting! Tang-tong!” empty LPG cylinders fall in line one after another near Motithang BOD. There were men, women and children in casuals guiding their cylinders through the line. One person one cylinder became a norm ever since its supply turned out acute. This has attracted whole family members in some cases to experience the early morning cold of January month.
“Ting-clang,” I placed my cylinder from behind. There were already fifty cylinders ahead of mine. Unlike Throm Wangs and other public gatherings, people behaved more civil here. Oh yes! Those heavy cylinders probably prevented such a wild rush. Thanks. The line moved unhindered.