I clicked this picture in August 2013 on my maiden trip to Bhutan. I was still learning the art of photography when I visited this old man in the National Memorial Chorten.
He was among the dedicated group of old timers who spend all their day praying to God. Most of them have been abandoned by their families. Quite ironic for a country that prides itself on the traditional family values and community spirit.
Old, diseased man, left alone by family; I expected him to be angry and sad. Instead, I found that his infectious joy in life and faith in God made him the epitome of happiness for everyone around him.
To me, this picture symbolizes happiness and hope. It always rubs in the fact that happiness indeed is a way of life, a choice that we make consciously. Whenever I am down and depressed, I look at this picture and think to myself that when he can smile through all this, I can also.