A couple of days after his marriage, Ratan, an employee of BoB, Bhutan left with his divinely innocent wife. In those days he would travel to Bhutan by The Royal Government of Bhutan bus. The luxurious bus would set off from Esplanade at 7 p.m. and was supposed to reach Phuentsholing, the border town, by 10 in the morning. After the relatives coming to see the couple off, had hugged them and said their final "goodbyes" at the bus station in Esplanade, Ratan turned to his wife in the semi-darkness inside the bus and thought to himself that he was lucky to have her in his life. Ratan, talked nonstop on the way. He was possibly too excited to be married finally at 39 to take note of how preoccupied his wife was. He remembered the bus stopping near the Petrol Station and him getting off the bus to see if he could get some coffee or tea for his newly-wed wife. There was no tea-stall in sight. As he kept talking to his wife from below the window, his wife just said o
