Never too late..

There are many who helped me when I am desperately in need of them and it would be quite lengthy to fit their names into my page, so I would make it brief. I won’t go that far recollecting all those dummy memories because I fear that I may not be able to recollect that vividly. There are few whose love and care has really touched my heart and solved my problem in my life. It is not too far for me to recollect my adventure when I was in class four, it was when my mother out of her extreme love made me to stay in a hostel paying Nu.1000 per year. That was my first experience and it was challenging for me to manage myself to fit in the school. I was nine, when I found very difficult for me to clean my nose but then somebody really helped me doing my own job.
I seldom went to the class, moreover I hated going afternoon class whereby me and with my-type friends would go to the stream near to our hostel which we call ‘Duenang Khoi’ for swimming. I always liked Wednesday because I was never was in any of the club. It was on one Wednesday, I was peeping through the door of arts club, club moderator was Lopen Khandro Wangchuck, during that time it is used to be the little house near the boys hostel where I found my seniors painting with their heart, and among all those paints I could see someone really talented, from there on I couldn’t able to zip my mouth form calling him a 'brother' that gives a load of responsibility to him and he was in class seven if i am not mistaken. Days during my lower school went well because of his love and care for me though I wasn’t so easy going student, and teachers would normally call me ‘pampered boy’, anyway with their advice and guidance I am still continuing my studies. To be more specific ‘Mr. Sangay Phuntsho’ and Madam Yangki caught me many times yet they spare me with the lesson and advice and I still remember the way i cried when ma’am advised me, because I could see motherly love for the kid like me. Opps… I was really piece of shit.

In 2009, I was new to Nangkor Higher Secondary School! Where I felt very small among giant seniors. There were only dozen of them to whom I can approach and it was on my first breakfast where we should keep waiting for all the student to gather in the hall so that we can grace together before eating. I was quite excited to adopt to new custom and I was talking to my friends on my table and someone touched my shoulder and gently and said “here, we should not talk in hall” when I look into his face, he was someone who cared, loved during my lower school days,three years we havnt seen each other,i took a deep breath relaxing and I could find it too easy by then. He was no other than Mr. Langa Tenzin who is hero behind this blog. Thank you Ata there are lot more u did to me than those lines.