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"Lightening kills [a] man" in Wamling Village

Tonight there was a very short news headline on BBS from a small village of Wamling, in Shingkhar gewog, Zhemgang. It was unfortunate that a man succumbed to death after a supposed 'lightening' struck him. And all our prayers are with the deceased's family members and relatives, who I am sure must be equally 'shocked'.

But more than the shock of the man's death, it shocked the fellow villagers to painfully observe as BBS creates a new village in Zhemgang.  I wonder if the reporters confirmed it before he/she proudly declared on the national television. As far as my memory goes, there is no village in Shingkhar gewog by the name of "Peelizhog". And I am afraid ECB has not listed Peelizhog anywhere in the Dzongkhag in its delimitation exercise. I am sure this is not the way BBS feeds us news from around the country. A small error, but it matters, you see.

And viewers would have appreciated if they were also enlightened how lightening can kill. 

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