Our life is full of mixed memories..

When I was a small kid I would wake up early as soon as the dusk of night gives its way to dawn.  Putting on the torn-out pant and shirt, I would go out of my house and call out my friends at the top of my shrieking voice. We were in-deed neighbors but I would rather call them my playmates because we would play every game that we know almost from morning till evening. Calling us by our moms for the meals had somehow become their daily routine. But we would go reluctantly. Sometimes we would even grimace upon hearing them calling 

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our names and breaking in our games. Out of many games, we would prefer to play mask-dances where there would be some clashes among us for the post of champoen( head of the mask dancers) because all of us would like to play the role of champoen. Sometimes we would play hide- and- seek game, abcd game and sometimes archery and khuru. We even would not bother if we had eaten our food or not as we would be fully engrossed with our own business. Such had been my childhood life that it was unforgettable. I had wonderful childhood friends albeit we had exchanged some slaps and blows occasionally.

As I grew old enough I was admitted in the school called Shingkhar Primary School, the one and only school in our gewog that time. When I was in school I felt desolated as I was segregated from my friends who were left back at home herding cattle and some being baby-sisters. I would always wish if they would come and play as we had been playing back at home. But with time I could feel myself getting better as I came to know new friends. I would simply call them my primary classmates. If I share about my life with them it will even come to a solid booklet. So let me just conclude that they had been good and helpful to me. Seven years of my life had passed in primary school without even knowing how it had passed. I was graduated from that school and supposed to join the higher school.

In the year of 2007, I joined my higher school( Zhemgang Higher Secondary school) in class seven. I was astounded to see so many students which I thought myself that it is going to come around 1000 students but later I came to know the actual strengths of the school and it was more than 700 students which was still surprising for me because in our primary school we would hardly have 100 to 200 students. While we had shortage of students even in one class at primary school, there were many students of  same batch which led to section division.  I was in section A and we were 34 in total. At first we all were strangers and would not talk to each other. But as our intimacy grew day by day, I found them all so jolly and affable. 

Some of us, we had made the same journey till 12 but sadly some of them could not make up with us..As it is said that gathering is always followed by departure, the time has come for us to depart from each other. Though it was distressing we were helpless because we had to accept the fate. So 2012 was officially a departing year for us. What remained back of our long time togetherness was a sweet memories of those moments. I really had a very great time with them all. I still do miss my classmates and friends.