Time flies and life is in full swing no matter whether it's hard, peaceful or emotional. Our father is with me supporting me through thick and thin. I am sure that I might still choose a wrong way, but our father is here for guidance.
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| Me with my mom ( Jangchuk) |
I am still a reckless and indecisive child. I wonder when I will be a man? My brother is getting braver than me and I am still like a infant mewling and puking. We sometimes talks about you and our talks will prolong narrating hardships, troubles and the arguments that our family have long time back. It melts my heart when hearing about how much hardships you faced. Eventhen, you mould everything in a perfect way no matter how much you are bogged down by those heart breaking circumstances.The story of your sister neglecting you, boasting and over powering that she will get everything gets into my nerves. We as family are genetically weak in being oratory. We aren't loquicious. We are some kind of introvert. But doesn't matter, everything is over now. I don't have any grudge for them. Our family is fine with them now. On the other hand, father talks so nicely that I could recollect some of our incident. I have a numerous incident of getting a slap or a nice stick on my back or buttock from father but the time you were there, father never gets an opportunity to beat. You were firmly shielding me. I still remember hiding back side of yours and you strongly arguing with him. You are powerful. But father was not wrong either. One of the interesting story, my father repeatedly share me was about my brother Sonam and me getting drunk. You and father went to weed the maize. Sonam and me was a child and we have never taste alcohol before. That time was a first experience. On that day, we took out a freshly made Ara that was bottled and emersed in the cold water bucket to get it cold. We shared it and we were drunk. We made our way to maize field, swinging here and there like a pendulum. Father and you came to know that we are drunk and I still remember your statement, "Yalama, onu wagtsa niktsing nyos pa gewa la". ( Oh my God! This two child are insane). Father was furious. We are out of our sense but Mom, you came to us, led us to the water tap and made us to take a shower. We are saved from beating. May be that was the first taste of Ara in our life. Some of the incidents are weird and I don't like to remember at all. So, that was about what we recollect and contemporarily, all of us are fine and we missed you mom. I am sure that you are watching us from that beautiful heaven. I will get back to you soon.
your lovely son,
Tshering Phuntsho
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