My stories in my Story.

Everybody has a story to tell and those stories are as unique as the people telling them.

I was in the hospital when I opened my eyes but I had realized that my case was not severe as I just got a wheat grain in my right ear. I saw my father standing beside my bed, again when I felt my consciousness, my father was carrying me on his back to home.

Once my mother was admitted in the hospital for her gallstone operation. I was not worried at all. I went to school, ate with my friends and laughed out at funny things. After few days I saw my mother smiling and hugging me as she was pleased to see me after her severe operation. I was dumb then.

We went to a movie theater once, I was not embarrassed of falling in front of many people along the street but regretting about my cake which eaten by a dog after slipping off from my hand. My aunt consoled me and brought me another piece of cake.

I was really upset with my brother once when he was not giving me a football which he keeps on playing for a long time. I then gave up on him, picked up a small stone and threw on his face. I saw him bleeding from nose and screamed as if the world was falling to me. After wiping off his nose, he came to and hugged me not to cry.

One of my teacher told me to bring him a bottle of water from a filter which was in another staff room. I brought him a bottle of tape water after finding out that the filter there was empty. The day after, he came to our class with a sore throat. I was not feeling anything of my previous deed to him. Though sick, he was so concerned about our exams which was coming after few days then. He helped us with our doubts.

I do have many similar stories to these. I brought out these stories from different stages of life though they are not detailed here. After writing these stories and looking back, I became suspicious of myself whether I am so spiteful to those people who smiled and walked towards me at the end of my day  or am I so fortunate that I deserve their helping hand?..

Now I realized that I was so vague then, so all the people who appeared in my stories really deserve my sincere thanks. Thank you all! I also know that the best stories are those in which the ending is a surprise. So I believe that my stories compiled in this piece of writing are the best stories!!

Thank You!!!

Who am I?

It is an elementary question yet a complicated one. Everyone dare not to ask themselves who they are but I often ask myself and the answer is never sure. Sometimes I don’t know who am I but sometimes I find myself as an inquisitive person who is so keen on learning around myself but sometimes I feel content with what I already know.

When I think back to my earlier days of my life, I had many dreams that were challenged and not fulfilled. I dreamt of becoming a doctor, an engineer, and even a pilot. There was always an adventure, danger and excitement through the journeys that took place in and around me and I realized that I reached to a college which is probably my fourteenth year in school. Most of my memories are so vague when I tried to recollect. I am who I am and I am determined to move on with my life with journalism.

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A part of my journey to Tashigang.

This is a piece from my story of journey to Tashigang.

We were early birds to start our yet another day journey from Bumthang. I didn’t smell of breaking dawn then as I left my bed with a heavy heart. I opened my eyes again and felt uneasy before my own childish thoughts. I was on a lower and easy branch while my brothers climbed higher than me. They looked down and tease me as I clenched on it. We could play on the branch of the tree which still stand near my home place. It was so fun playing on it until my mother shouts more than twice for our meals.

I was again into sense that I was in a bus, an eccentric feeling surrounded me. I felt untrue to myself that I am travelling in a fantasy or the real world. I caught unclear glimpse on both sides of the road and felt like I was entering a ‘dark forest’ which I came across in a movie where the entire forest seemed dry and shabby.

It was the time for breakfast, my seat partner woke me up. I was not ready to eat. I turned around as those feelings of early hours left me only that time. Everybody hurried into a cozy room with some old furniture scattered here and there. I was alleviated to sit but I did not eat there.

It was midday but the bus we were travelling was still in silence, I found the people inside were leaning back, some dozing off, listening to music but all looks weary of the long journey. The bus again ceased for lunch at Yadi where we were already into Tashigang district then but the journey continued from there.

When we entered into our college gate at the falling dusk, I knew that almost five hours has been passed after lunch. I was much relieved though suffering from fatigue of the journey. So finally I am in a college crossing many mountains, debris, stupas, prayer flags on the passes through a lonely country road for two days.

I have other parts from this same story of my journey to Tashigang. It is one part where I felt illusions on the way and indeed it is the weariness part I have focused to write on. The important thing I did not miss was that I checked out all the sign post nearby roads for details of my journey though some cemented post were gloomy of their sick conditions.

So check out other parts of my same story of the journey!!!

Missing Home

Why do I still miss home when I stand matured in a college? I never get an effective answer but yes I do, I do miss “home”

Trees rustles in the evening of Kanglung which is a narrow and unfamiliar place to me. I was taken back home, the trees in my village still rustles but I feel nothing here and I always felt in the people, the trees, the rocks and the earth in my village that there is something belonging to me and waiting for me when I am alone here.

Home is something being very wonderful to me. It is a place where I feel the real peace still exist in the world. I remember myself feeling utterly escaped from the surly bonds of the earth as I looked down through fluttering prayer flags to my home land but I feel nothing here even if I tried to feel the same way I did many times ago.

I am time and again dragged by my memories where my heart could laugh without shyness and felt loved all over but I realized I am still struck in this moment and there is nothing my heart can do.

This is a sad part of my story being far away from home and I do have another part coming up where I feel “home” to this initial strange land.

Thank you!!

Punakha, where happiness is more than a dream.

Home is always a best place.

My First Article:A short Fiction Story

A SHORT FICTION STORY

''A broken heart become a catalyst to a more meaningful and enriching life. Remember love returns to those who are betrayed but still believes in it, and somehow somewhere someone is made for each and every one of us.''-Unknown

Wangchuk  was in the class. Before him sat a girl like a fairy on the chair. she wore a blue tego and her hair was arranged into a latest fashion. The outside sun was very bright making the wheather very moderate.Wangchuk wanted to tell her the very thing he had been waiting for a good time. There was no one except for a faint ticking sound of a wall clock on the wall. He tried to gather all his courage and went near her. ’’I really need to tell you something’’ He said. Just then he noticed her cheeks turn red and eyes dropping on her toes. At the same time his heart was beating heavily. Wangchuk was six when Ap Kencho and  family joined his neighbourhood. As a only son to his father, he was very obedient, lsoft spoken and generous at heart not only to his father but to the people at large. So Ap Kencho and family would be always smiling whenever they saw him playing with their daughter. Eversince Peday and Wanchuk became best friends, they were even admitted into same high school.

‘’Why didn’t you tell me before….’’She replied with  a lowered voice in which he had noticed out of  nervousness. As their relationship became more stronger,time came for their  board examination and after that Wangchuk departed to India for his further studies while Peday joined in one of the high school as her profession in teaching but they departed with so much tears in their eyes, promises on their lips and pain in their heart. However they heard nothing from each other after that.

The junior students called them as sir Namgay and madam Peday and most senior students knew that they were the best couple. He was a man of word and he would do anything for Peday. Just as her days going a usual with many young faces everyday, she realized that four solid years had gone after Wangchuk’s departure and that solitary moments made her lost most of the time though Namgay tried his best to make her smile.

To her surprise,she received a call from Wangchuk and the next day he came to Punakha and proposed her for marriage but Peday’s ‘’NO’’ was what his heart striked the most.It hit his heart like a shooting bullet. He became numb but didn’t let her go easily .’’Please tell me that you were kidding me or that you were lying to me…..’’He told her with is voice shivering.So after waiting desperately for long hours, her still ‘’no’’ was what he heard sadly and he drove back to Thimphu weeping silently.That night after knowing all her secrets, Namgay Pelzang had sacrificed his love and told Peday to go back to Wangchuk.Infact she was happy for getting together with Wangchuk again and was eager to go. Unfotunately that following morning, she had to rush to hospital in the capital city. As she entered in the ward room, Wangchuk took his last breadth on her short glance. Peday felt immence pain in her heart and came back to Punakha . Namgay received his love back with open arms. He was  glad that she would be with him foreve.So afer all love was the reason that killed Wanghuk’s heart as he can’t accept ‘no’  as an answer from Peday whom he always thought to be his life.!

This is just a simple story composed as my first article on blog.Thank you!