Tenzin Lhendup

This is non fiction story about a girl who lost her beloved  father in the middle of the class 12 board examination. I was honored to be her audience in the class. Her name is Kinga lhazom, currently doing bachelors in Social Work at samtse college of education. I am hopeful that this story will inspire many others like me and therefore I am honoured to share you this inspiring  speech. "The major notions that I ponder about life is “changes” , during the session between life and death , we go through   lots of hurdles and sunshine , that we either live in or push it a far . Life is not always as swift as it seems, it will always have uncountable loopholes and only one with determination to success, possess strength to stand against it. I wonder how many people must have gave up on dreaming about living in bliss ,just because your first step brought you down on your knees , and   I personally feel   that I lost abundance of   opportunity just because I coul...

 Right after the breakfast, I and my mother took a time to crash the hard cover of walnut. I think no one will disagree the good taste of walnut. As and when we were enjoying the yummy taste of walnut, she started sharing her memory of long time ago where collecting of walnut was fashion. " we won't sleep whole night when there is some kind of gusty wind  and it used to be our favorite weather during walnut season. unlike today we used to have lot of walnut tree around our village. Gonpa, Luechen, Ruzhingpokpa and Bratho near to Rabokmay used to be our favorite place. But today, we hardly find the tree and people who is interested in collecting nut. It is time to reflect ourselves toady that, we lost both tree and the culture",  mother shared me. As far as I remember, i have seen mother and youngest Azha leaving home as early as 3am towards the walnut tree. I still remember them taking pine  for lighting. They won't light the pine as soon as they leave in the fear of...