Album Series II

࿑ It is when you look back; there will be beautiful things to ponder upon. I have an old album that was maintained long ago during my schooling days. When I open it after many winding years, I find that beautiful things adorn its pages, along with short, good stories that have emerged from the old photos. It is a beautiful reminiscence indeed! This is my second series. 

The young

For every life, there are hoods that we go through. It is not happenstance; rather, it is a river of life that we should pass through.  Initially from childhood, we are young and innocent. In the midway, manhood is the hood of joy and an educative experience. In fatherhood, we opt to see our offspring enjoy and come through those. And then grandfatherly, we become an old child. 

I don’t remember how I spent my childhood. I only remember beatings I got from my mom. It is a pain to remember, but a gain to see what I am today. My childhood was not actually bothersome to my parents and friends. 

Almost the entire six years of my tender age were spent naked and bare. Pants and shirts during my time were not popular. I permanently wore the gho, with no care at all about underclothing. It was botherless who sees my little ball and penis. I walked completely barefoot, regardless of the situation! Childhood was worth learning to feel how I was in dearth. I was dirty. Certainly! 

 

That was long ago....

I have only one picture of my boyhood that was snapped when I was seven. I guess it was during the celebration of the accomplishment of Tshampas on their seven-month meditation. 

I had to walk miles to reach school. I have to wake up early in the morning. I spent my primary schooling walking to school and back home. Basically my childhood life was worth living in dust that taught me uncountable lessons in life to mold myself into a fine man, though. 

More series coming soon...