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...

     

What I always Miss

When everything becomes past and we part ways, we tend to miss them. We miss them because we remember. It drags one to a fantasy of what we were and what happened once upon a time. Memories of our childhood are very interesting, such that they bring meek smiles.

I always miss my childhood days... I miss how I got dirty easily and got heavy scolding from my mother! I miss how my father would smile when I was scolded and thrashed for my mischief. He is such a cool and nice guy, and my dear mother is always with a stick for every mischief, shaping me into what I am today. Thank you, my mother, and I miss you a lot.

I miss my school days. I miss those days where I bunked from school and enjoyed playing in bushes with friends like a little cute monkey baby! I miss how I and my friends asked for a drop of ink in a Chinese pen... I miss the laughter of my school classroom environment! The moments of not understanding the handwriting of teachers written on the blackboard and murmuring to the desk mate and rushing for second shares at lunch were those that let me be once more a naughty kid. I miss the times when we were barefoot and played Baktang Ball (a ball made of stitched cloths) and didn’t care whose leg hit stones.

I simply miss my friends, and my eyes well up when I think of them! Some have departed forever, leaving behind cherished memories, and we hope they continue to smile in heaven. I still remember the moment when my young friend expressed his desire to become a doctor and to cure his paralyzed mother. He was so cute that we spent a lot of time together, doing whatever we wanted and enjoying each other's company. We cherished teasing monkeys encountered on our way to school and back home. And I still remember when he proposed with an infant monkey and asked her to come down and go with him to be introduced to his parents. It was so funny. I miss you, my little adorable friend. 

The dancing of beautiful flowers in the tune and rhythm of the dear wind was so moving when I fell in love with a little sweet girl when I was in PP. I miss her sudden kiss on my cheek! As a little boy I used to get her flowers and beautiful plants on my way back home from school. I used to carry her bag, and we consistently enjoyed playing in the sand and streaming water. Our love was so innocent. I miss her so much that I am happy to see her now as a good mother!