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The
medical team of Gedu hospital did an annual check-up from 16- 20th May.
The doctor of Gedu hospital, ENT specialist, and a dental specialist came to our school. Some stills:
Tuesday, May 31, 2016
On This Day
Today I am lonely.
You are not here.
My mind carries its worries.
I remember the good days,
The delightful days—
But I cannot bear this sadness any longer.
Today I am lonely.
You are not here.
You are the one I miss.
I think of you.
Still, my mind carries its worries.
I cannot carry this sadness anymore.
Each day, the sun drifts across the sky
And never truly vanishes.
I believe there is a place
Where we can be together—
Somewhere, for good people.
Monday, May 23, 2016
Passang, the Healer
The story below was written by Sherab Zangmo, one of the
students from class six. I reproduced her story here as she asked me to publish it on the blog.
Once upon a time, there lived a woman named Passang. She lived on a mountainside in a small hut made of bamboo. Her surroundings were fresh and green, and she depended only on the forest. Berries and forest products were her food. She was lonely, and no one wanted to see her.
Passang had been sent away from her village for a crime she didn’t commit. Everyone in the village considered her evil and believed that she had cursed them. Whenever a small problem arose in the village, they blamed her. They hated her and made her feel low and bad. But she never said anything back to them. She was too kind to argue.
One day, an unknown disease began to spread in the village. Everyone got infected, and no one knew the cure. As always, the villagers blamed Passang. She wanted to tell them it was not her fault, but they never let her speak. Passang was then banished from the village.
Passang had a special ability: she understood different diseases and could make their cures. Only one person knew about this gift—her friend. But the friend was too afraid to speak up, thinking she would be blamed just like Passang. As the disease kept spreading, Passang’s friend finally gathered her courage and told the villagers the truth. She explained that only Passang knew the cure and that she was an expert.
Desperate, the villagers went to seek help from Passang. She first examined the disease and understood the problem. Then she went into the forest, collected a unique flower that held the cure, extracted its essence, and gave it to the people. The sick villagers recovered, and they apologized for their terrible mistreatment of her. At last, Passang was able to return to her village.
Written by:
Sherab Zangmo
Class VI C
Darla Middle Secondary School
Once upon a time, there lived a woman named Passang. She lived on a mountainside in a small hut made of bamboo. Her surroundings were fresh and green, and she depended only on the forest. Berries and forest products were her food. She was lonely, and no one wanted to see her.
Passang had been sent away from her village for a crime she didn’t commit. Everyone in the village considered her evil and believed that she had cursed them. Whenever a small problem arose in the village, they blamed her. They hated her and made her feel low and bad. But she never said anything back to them. She was too kind to argue.
One day, an unknown disease began to spread in the village. Everyone got infected, and no one knew the cure. As always, the villagers blamed Passang. She wanted to tell them it was not her fault, but they never let her speak. Passang was then banished from the village.
Passang had a special ability: she understood different diseases and could make their cures. Only one person knew about this gift—her friend. But the friend was too afraid to speak up, thinking she would be blamed just like Passang. As the disease kept spreading, Passang’s friend finally gathered her courage and told the villagers the truth. She explained that only Passang knew the cure and that she was an expert.
Desperate, the villagers went to seek help from Passang. She first examined the disease and understood the problem. Then she went into the forest, collected a unique flower that held the cure, extracted its essence, and gave it to the people. The sick villagers recovered, and they apologized for their terrible mistreatment of her. At last, Passang was able to return to her village.
Written by:
Sherab Zangmo
Class VI C
Darla Middle Secondary School
Monday, May 16, 2016
Sane Hopes
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| An Uncertain Journey |
The lucid sky at night
Greets me.
And the full moon
Bewitches me even more.
The twinkling white stars
Show a true place for me to be.
The clear cyan sky
With the sun with its white rays,
Opens a way to a new beginning-
A way to truth,
A way to the world out there, where
true love and care exist.
A heart that can be trusted
Can receive rains of love.
Fruits of peace and friendship grow.
Who doesn’t know what is bad?
I want to be there.
I know its dreaming,
But I will wait - for
the hope of it.
Tuesday, May 3, 2016
My SONS
Thank You, merciful God, for giving everything.
Thank You, mighty God, for health and happiness.
Thank You, omniscient God, for a lovely family.
I supplicate to grant us these — always.
I am grateful to my parents
For bringing me up
And making me what I was not.
My debts to them are countless.
I am blessed with the wealth to carry on
And a good place to live upon.
Thank You for sending us two lovely sons —
The day they came to us was our life.
The sons are our suns.
The twelfth day of the month —
That is when they were born:
One on November 12th, the other on April 12th.
Twelve has become my favorite number.
How happy we are to have you both!
With you both, it’s all happiness.
We are so happy to be with you two,
Our dearest sons.
May God grant us to live for seven generations or more.
You are our world, little ones.
We would do everything
To make you a better person,
A good person,
A truly living person.
Thank You, mighty God, for health and happiness.
Thank You, omniscient God, for a lovely family.
I supplicate to grant us these — always.
I am grateful to my parents
For bringing me up
And making me what I was not.
My debts to them are countless.
I am blessed with the wealth to carry on
And a good place to live upon.
Thank You for sending us two lovely sons —
The day they came to us was our life.
The sons are our suns.
The twelfth day of the month —
That is when they were born:
One on November 12th, the other on April 12th.
Twelve has become my favorite number.
How happy we are to have you both!
With you both, it’s all happiness.
We are so happy to be with you two,
Our dearest sons.
May God grant us to live for seven generations or more.
You are our world, little ones.
We would do everything
To make you a better person,
A good person,
A truly living person.
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| My new born baby sleeping sweet |
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| Oh! how we like you |
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| Changing and kicking out! |
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| Me and my baby |
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| His mother feeding |
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| When he was seven days old |
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| I am indebted to my father and mother |
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| Four of us with our best |
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| Two of us |
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| My dear little ata baby in Tsirang |
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| Baby ata and his mother |
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| Baby ata and his father(me) |
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| Proud to be a boy and studying in Darla MSS |
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| In Gelephu. Three of us |
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| On the way to Trongsa a long time ago |
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| During Blessed Rainy Day near Gedu |
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| Inside Darla MPH watching the concert show. Baby Danced!! |
A Hiccup
A momentary hiccup
Strikes me
Spilling over
sudden sadness,
And bringing
inexplicable memories,
Etching my
desperate soul-
When I know you're no
longer with me.
A sudden silence
in between
Stirs so many
dreams,
Afires with life
and joys,
But the odd sense
of feelings,
Lumps my way out
When I see you're no
longer with me.
(Trapped in these
hiccup and un-hiccup)
Alone I live, longing for
joy at the end.
The race of this
life
Makes me painful,
And counting
without a wife
Makes me a fool.
I hope they
are not to stay long.
Footnote: A momentary hiccup in the poem shows two sudden shifts
of moments; a hiccup bringing sorrows while hiccupping, and dreams of joys that
cone right after the short hiccup, just as one feels new and fresh once you hiccup-if only
for a moment. It also reflects a temporary setback to somebody’s plans or
arrangements. In this way, it mirrors the transitory nature of life: one quick
joy and one quick sorrow. Anyways, for me, I live each day with hopes
for tomorrow, though I have to walk with these two hiccups.
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