Silent Village

On 13^th December, 1995, I was born to the humble family with profound love and care from my parents. I am first son and second child to my family, i am not able to remember how the world seem to me during my childhood days because everything turn out to be damn easy with parents however, sometime we came across a problem that cannot be solved and shared to anybody by then, we get to know and learn our next step, that defines human being and we grow leaving the memories behind.

I was not a gentle man, who knows what to do and what not to do, so I would always follows the way my friends lead me anyhow, I hardly had a friend to play with, but then in 2000 to 2008 from class-pp to class-viii I studied at Yurung Lower Secondary School (presently Yurung Middle Secondary School), during my lower schooling days I stayed as day scholar and i had friends Ms. Sonam Zangmo, Ms. Karma Yangdon and Ms. Dupchu Wangmo , we were good friends and I have spent my time with them. They were good girls that I have ever met in my life.

Once upon a time, there were good numbers of student from our village and they would enthusiastically cheer themselves while working down to school and my sister was a cheer leader, calling her friends Mrs. Sonam Choki, Ugyen Choki, Ugyen Tshomo, they were good sisters to me and now they have become good mother as expected, they were the senior batch from the time I get to know.

Mr. Karma Phuntsho, who is little bit naughty but good friend, though he is elder to me, he would not leave me alone and his friends Ms. Samten Choden, Tshering Zangmo, Yeshi Zangmo, and my sisters. They were tough girls to me, they would compete with boys in every field and I am ashamed to say that I got defeated many times. I was younger to them, it was too difficult for me to make my step align with them but then with their care I would reach home on time. One day after school we were following the route by the lake ‘goe tso’ and near the lake there is crimination ground where I would get scared as kid, I was in front and I heard them rushing leaving me behind, I left behind crying but now I realize that was a prank to me and I am okay with it…haha…anyways they loved me. Now they became productive citizens, they are employed, I salute my dear brothers and sisters.

Parents are getting old, there are no students walking from the path we walked, not even a sign was there. I know I will be the last to create younger memory and to remember how lonely I am being younger. Please come back to the place and tell your children and point to the places where mommy or daddy used to be….