I WaNt to saY thAnK yOu.

This is a tribute to my friends... If they could only read... You may think I'm crazy, but... You don't know how much I love my friends, so just bear with me...

How do you thank a friend who is always there for you? When you are all alone – well, not all alone, but people get tired of being there for you, you've worn them out, or you've worn yourself out – who do you turn to? How do you trust when you want to push everyone away because of the pain and yet hold them close because you're afraid to let go, but no one wants you to do that?

My friends are always there. Each of my friends has their own unique way of showing support. Dawley is cool and talkative; he puts his hand on my shoulder and criticises me by calling me Khamjay, psycho, and other names. If I have little spare time, that's ok; I'll go to his room and chat. We will all discuss our experiences and thoughts about having relationships with girls. Whenever I see him chatting with girls online, I insist he introduce me.

Sonam Rabten, also known as Ajang, is the only friend I have in real life. He is silly and smart, and occasionally he is called SMART RASCAL. He seeks my attention by simply walking past me from behind, then he will say “wai Pubba”, referring to Phurpa Thinley, a Bhutanese comedian. Sometimes, hearing this frustrates me completely. And I wonder how I resemble Phurpa Thinley. Perhaps it's because I have a slightly longer chin than Phurpa Thinley. Looking at him frustrated just makes me smile because he never meant what he said. He will divert my attention, playfully strike my shoulder and hip repeatedly until I invoke Newton’s third law. It seems natural for him to be like this for me. 

Phuntsho Wangdi, my little CHOTA DON. We spend time together sharing experiences and joking. He offers support and an ear. Oftentimes I seek advice from him on how to go about solving problems.
His dialogue, "Hey Jaro," and clicking his thumb offer me a laugh.  He is really a friend who reminds me not to take life too seriously among friends and helps each other cope when things are not going well. It is like a blessing to have a friend like him in my life.


Sonam Dorji stands out as the most devoted friend I have ever had.  He is senior. He is my roommate.  He teaches me. He will do whatever I ask if it is academic. He truly is a wonderful friend.

Kinzang Wangmo is the most beautiful girlfriend I have ever had. She is now at Samtse College of Education. By November she will complete her training in secondary education. She never expresses what she feels. And I know what she feels for me. She is the first one I proposed to. With her short straight hair and her smiling face. (I can tell if she is smiling)... She was slim, tall, and the eldest in her family. She is not that bright, but she's my life. I worry about her right now... Not because she is away... But I feel she may leave me.

And the irony is we were once departed and are now on the verge of rejoining. I love her so much.

And lastly, Ngawang Tenzin, who is currently at Samtse College. I ought to have exercised greater caution... as he mocked me when I committed a minor error. He is so smart, and he was actually my first friend who is always close... He used to go to sleep every night before anyone. Now that he's gone... I'm still thinking of him every now and then... Wishing he were fine and missing calling him sometimes. I miss you, Ngawang.

There are so many more friends who are in my life; I miss them all. They have all brought such joy and life to me; they are there for me to help me through the dark hours; they smile at me and cheer me up. When others get tired of my tears and my depression, my anger and sadness, you are all there for me and love me anyway. I am ok in your eyes... I am good enough... You give me what I most desire: to be worthy enough.

Thank you...