It is blistering. It is hot. It is tough. This is a new
place. This is Yebilaptsa. This is a different place. But I don’t feel different.
It is the same feelings - the feelings of lowliness and remoteness hang like
goiters as of now. Because I am brutally separated from my loving family, I
feel that if not this place is simply good. I think the powerful magnetic
force of Zhemgang - every little thing of this place has pulled me here, aside. I
believe that things will turn out good when it seems not so to me.
To be frank, Yebilaptsa is a beautiful place, the school and
the hospital are located just four kilometers from Tingtibi and the national highway
of Gelephug-Zhemgang-Trongsa that runs just below school. Yebilaptsa is surrounded by coniferous pine
trees. The smell of cones and the long pine leaves scented around houses and schools. This
lowland stands inside a forest of trees. The nearest village is almost four
kilometers. There are only a few private buildings. All houses are for school and
the hospital.
The school is MSS. It is a boarding school. There are 410
plus students schooled in by 22 teachers and countable numbers of supporting
staff. There are as many cooks as the teaching staff. The classes range from seven
to ten. The students here are well-behaved - a polite one, and very hard
working. I came to know that this school is one of the best in the country. In a class, students’ silence
could hear flowers budding. They believe in what teachers say. I told them only
yesterday that they shouldn’t believe in
everything in what they hear or read. I told them to experience and see
themselves.
The fans of rooms rotate slowly, churning away heat. The
lousy sleep creeps in. I am lying down. And it is almost winter, time to
migrate, for good.
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