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THE TRIPLE XL - novel by chawla

CHAPTER I

So Dry

“National toppers of 2024 were uploaded a few minutes ago. Nima from Mongar HSS topped the nation with 92.25%. How can someone easily score 92.25% when we could hardly manage a pass mark? These day’s kids are so…” before I could exclaim. “Because of high CA man, high CA!” Leki bluffed egotistically. “Nima from where?” Dremi sir interrupted. “Nima from Mongar HSS sir.” “Could you show me?” Dremi sir craned his neck abnormally towards my phone. A quick glance at my phone was all it took to change Dremi sir’s face.

The air in the car tightened. I could see Leki’s face governed by seriousness for the first time as the silence guzzled the whole lively atmosphere in the car greedily. “Who is your football icon, sir?” I asked, attempting to lose the tense atmosphere.

Dremi sir instead sped the car, his shaky hand tightly grabbing the steering-wheel, his eyes wide and unblinking. The shock slowly melted into something softer and his downturned-lips trembling. Slowly, the sadness crept in and the thick atmosphere completely collapsed into a grimace of pain. The air in the car felt still, but it wasn’t peaceful as if we had stepped into something without permission.

Leki and I stood there frozen in a mix of surprise and discomfort, as Dremi sir fell apart before us. The silence stretched longer and thicker. Two of us darted our eyes around, trying to find something to focus on other than his raw, quivering face, wishing we could do something but not knowing how. But it only made awkwardness between us hung heavier and longer, almost tangible.

But all we could do was sit there not knowing whether to comfort sir, or pretend this moment wasn’t happening at all. Unsure how to bridge the distance between his hurt and our helplessness, our gazes lingered a little longer. Before Leki and I could think of anything to say, Dremi sir muttered, “He is my son,” he was soft and hesitant, smiled slightly but it was the kind of smile that didn’t match the sadness in his eyes.

“You mean Nima is your son, sir?” I asked, my voice low but firm. “Yeah…,” he admitted in a mere whisper. A broken smile escaped his face as he closed his eyes briefly as if the weight of the word was too heavy to say aloud.

“That’s new, how sir?” Words left my mouth in that rush trying to break the silence. He casted a serious glare at me and blinked a few times. I could see the surprise written all over his face. Suddenly, I realized what I had just done. I wanted to take back the words but it was already hanging in the air. Though it was the question aroused out of curiosity but it wasn’t the question he needed to hear at the moment.

The weight of my question planted another disappointment in Dremi sir. “I am sorry, sir,” I apologized, my fingers drumming nervously on my knees. I feared he might not say anything at all. But then, in the quiet space between the three of us, he exhaled softly, and his eyes flickered smoothly. But still the guilt remained twisting inside me.

“I don’t even know why I am crying. It’s quiet the tale, you know? You wouldn’t believe the journey it’s been. There is so much to unpack,” Dremi sir said, his smile finally reaching his eyes. The weight of the moment slowly lifted as we shared a brief unspoken understanding. “We would love to hear about it, sir.” I said quietly, my voice almost lost in the spaces between us.
“It’s been 14 years…,” he closed his eyes, as if the words were too hard to form. “You are not alone, sir,” Leki said. He seemed to find something solid but all I could do was wait for Dremi sir to speak, or to give me a sign that it was okay to say something.
“It’s been 14 years since I got divorced…,” “How about if we dive into the story right from the very beginning, sir?” I punctuated his conversation with bargains of curiosity.
“I won’t say no,” Dremi sir tenderly broke the cage of denial.

CHAPTER II

I Know You Do

2005 was such a beautiful year. The world was still big and unknown but it was the year of hope. There was a simplicity to life that year. People would spend evenings outside, sharing stories, children playing in the park, couples strolling hand-in-hand, their future gleaming before them like an open road, there was enough space for connections. It was the kind of year you get to live only in a novel.

In the small town and quiet streets of Paro, I was like any other man without grand purpose, just moving through the normal routine of life. The same street where I often observed others, I found myself no different from those I observed. It was that day when she was playing with a few kids, her hair falling tantalizingly in the gentle waves of her teasingly laugh, without any effort, it drew my attention.

As I passed by her, our eyes met briefly, nothing extraordinary, just a glance yet it planted something inside. It wasn’t the kind of force I had experienced before; it was subtle that easily pasted a smile on my face. She smiled as well, as if to say I see you too.
My smile deepened. There was something in my smile; light and playful. It made me clear that I wasn’t just being polite. And there we were sharing our afternoon. “Your name, beautiful?” my voice trailed off for a moment, a slight smile playing at the corner of my lips.
“Ah, I see…hehe…,” she laughed, her eyes twinkling, unlocking something profound. “Yangtsho.” “Yangtsho…?Yangtsho..?” I repeated quietly, almost to myself, tasting the name on my tongue. It was the beginning of something else that I never expected to touch my life.
“What’s yours?” She asked, returning my gaze.
“I am Dremi,” I answered, the syllables of my own name feeling so foreign to my tongue. “You are so beautiful,” unplanned words slipped clumsily. A nervous smile tugged at the corner of my lips.
A lazy smile ran across her face. ‘Was this a stupid idea?’ Something at the back of my mind clicked. “Uh, excuse me?” I said, my voice a little too loud rather than a gentle invitation. Her eyebrows knitted together slightly, a bit flustered. An awkward silence crept in, none of us knew how to fill the gap it created.
“Yeah?” Her voice was soft, nearly hesitant. She blinked again, as if processing my question and a faint blush colored her cheeks.
“Oh, thanks...hehe..” she said, her tone warming slightly. “But hey! Sometimes it’s nice to meet someone new right?” I shifted on my feet, still unsure whether this was just the beginning or ending of something.
“Yeah, it seems so...haha...,” she agreed, her laugh sounding more of shared secret joy. “You want to join us?” She said, her tone more playful now with the faintest challenge in her eyes. “I think I can handle it,” I found myself smiling along with a slight nod. Awkwardness dissolved into something new, I believe it was the beautiful beginning of something. After that, nothing new, just the normal routine like all new couples do, governed by do’s and don’ts.
It was Friday evening where I found myself awkwardly staring at the endless varieties of condoms-ribbed, ultra-thin, extra-large and some I didn’t even understand. Actually, I was looking for a ‘true fit’.
“Give me a true fit, please.” I asked the shopkeeper, my heart hammering a familiar pounding. Shopkeeper was Yangtsho’s best friend.
“Oh, you? True fit? Haha…,” she said teasingly, her eyes glinting with curiosity. Her tone brewed a storm of shyness in my chest.
I cleared my thoughts. “Well, you know…uh, it’s not what you think. Just you know, uh…,” I couldn’t find the words. I felt the crawling of embarrassment all over my face.
“Hey, relax. It’s just a condom,” she said, refilling some dignity.
I sighed, giving up any pretense, “Alright, alright. You got me,” I said, sliding eye contact with her.
“It’s a big step though. If you ever need advice, you know I am here,” her grin widened as she handed me the package. “Now go, good luck...,” her voice followed me.
My sneakers skidded as I sprinted towards the corner, sweat trickled down my back, my breath sharp and ragged. I felt like hundreds of eyes were pouring on me as I excused myself through the crowd. There it was, the old apartment building in the distance. I took the sharp turn and rounded the last corner and came to halt, chest heaving as I gathered myself – yet I was still out of breath.
“Here,” I muttered as our hands brushed briefly as I passed it over. “Thanks man,” Dhendup gratified along with a small laugh bubbling up from his chest. “Not a problem man, that’s the least I could do,” I said, a sharp breath replaced by the feeling of helpfulness.
“What did my sister say?” he said, his voice sinking into hesitation. “Nothing important, you know?” I said and stepped back. “Thanks again man,” He stretched his hand for a handshake of gratitude. It wasn’t just the small cap but the bond and the trust.

CHAPTER III

Few Breathe

The best sweater I wore wasn’t enough to fight October’s chilly wind in Paro but the date with Yangtsho did. “Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual, even though my heart was drumming a little loudly. “Oh, hi...,” she greeted, attempting to cast a forced smile.
“You look great,” I complimented but a little too early and suddenly felt stupid. “Thanks,” she replied. Her dark eyes studied me for a moment which made me wonder-was that really all I planned?
“You have been doing good, right?” she enquired with a wink. “Yeah, very much fine,” I blinked. “How about you?” as I reflected her question, her expression unreadable.
“I am good. So, do you often come here?” I could feel the shift of tension between us as she questioned. Something felt off like both of us trying too hard to make this work.
“Just today, why?” I said, my mouth suddenly dry. “Oh, I see,” she sighed but loaded with something deeper-suspicion. Her eyes flicked past me before it locked with mine.
“I would appreciate the truth,” she added, her voice rising. “I told the truth and you are still doubting me?” I said as I threw feelings of disbelief. “You think I would not know?” She kept pressing, her tone sharp.
“You are being crazy. I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said, still in the awe of disbelief.
“Haha…I don’t know? Am I that stupid?” Yangtsho shook her head in frustration. “You are not stupid but you are acting stupid,” I said, my mind still clouded with bewilderment.
“Where were you yesterday?” She began, her voice tight as her eyes narrowed. “Yesterday? I was at home,” I answered, confusion slamming my mind. “I can’t believe it,” she pronounced, her anger rising and her breath coming in a sharp burst.
I shook my head, still reeling in full disbelief. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” She stood rooted, sunk in complete incredulity.
“No idea, huh?” She exhaled heavily. “What was true fit for? And now you have the nerve to act confused?” She cut in her voice venomously.
“Oh, wait! Those weren’t mine.” “Oh really?” She asked, her voice dripping with suspicion.
“Yeah, it was for my friend.” “Friend?” She narrowed her eyes. “Yes, let me get this straight. It was for Dhendup. He asked me to grab it for him since it’s his sister’s shop.” I explained to her in one whole breath. My mouth was moving faster than my brain.
Yangtsho’s eyes hooked somewhere far for a long moment, clearly trying to decide whether to believe me or not.
“Should I believe you?” A small smirk played on her lips. “Yes, you must!” I gave her my best innocent looks.
“You are such an idiot.” She sighed. I nearly collapsed in relief. “So…you believe me?” “Umm..umm” She nodded.
“Maybe you should grab another one for us too...hehe..” She said with wide amused eyes.
I nearly choked in the air, “Excuse me?” She gave me a clear look and she casually said, “Relax, I am just teasing.” Then after a beat, she leaned closer and whispered. “Unless you actually want to.”
I opened my mouth, closed it. Then opened it again, words failed me, my palms went clammy. I swallowed thickly, forcing myself to take a steady breath. My stomach took a nervous flip. Yangtsho watched me struggle for a few seconds.
“Yang….Yangtsho….” I stammered, barely able to form a sentence.
“I actually want to...” My intention became extremely naked. I couldn’t believe I had said it. I held her gaze, fear whirling down my chest. I breathe thickly, every muscle in my body locking up.
“Come on, then. We aren’t kids anymore.” She added cheerfully. “Let’s go buy another one but this time ‘FOR US..”

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How and when is respect in school?

For now, let's reframe our perspective and ask,
“How and when is respect?”

How is respect?
Respecting teachers goes beyond mere greetings or formalities. It encompasses completing homework on time, caring for textbooks, bringing them to school, coming to school neat and clean, and reviewing what has been learned. Moreover, not stealing from others is a vital aspect of respect. When students honor these mentioned respect, they are also honoring five essential pillars: themselves, their teachers, their parents, their king, and their country.

When is respect?
It begins with standing up and greeting the teacher as they enter the classroom—a simple act that embodies respect. But true respect goes deeper; it involves listening intently during lessons, arriving at school and class punctually, and being mindful of schedules, whether it’s time for lunch or attending school events. Every moment we honor these commitments is a beautiful expression of respect.

So, these mentioned respects are what we teachers expect and wish from your child. Those when and how respect is a type of respect instilled at child’s first home.

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𝐵𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑇𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟 "𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒"


As someone who deeply cares about your child’s education and well-being, you may sometimes feel frustrated when a teacher enforces strict rules, gives slight punishment, or holds students accountable. It’s natural to want to protect your child, especially when they’re struggling. But before assuming a teacher is "heartless people," consider the bigger picture.

1. 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒕 𝑯𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 We 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅

When we insist on deadlines, discipline, or academic rigor, it’s not to make life harder—it’s because we know your child is capable of more. Our job is to prepare students for the real world, where responsibility and perseverance matter. High standards are a sign of respect, not indifference.

2. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝑬𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝑹𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒔

If we don't accept late work or penalise dishonesty, it’s not out of cruelty—it’s to instill accountability. These lessons go beyond grades; they shape character. While it may seem harsh at the moment, these boundaries help students grow into responsible adults.

3. 𝑾𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒆𝒆 ( 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆)

Many of us spend our own money on classroom supplies, stay late to tutor some of your children, and lose sleep worrying about our students. We don’t do it for recognition—we do it because we genuinely care about your child’s future.

4. 𝑾𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑴𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕

We observe students daily—we notice stress, anxiety, and personal challenges. While we may not always express sympathy in the way you (parents) or students expect, many of us go out of our way to provide support, whether through extra help, quiet encouragement, or connecting families with resources.

5. 𝑾𝒆’𝒓𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

If you’re concerned about our teaching approach, the best solution is open communication. Instead of assuming the worst, reach out with curiosity rather than criticism. You might discover that we share your goal: helping your child succeed.

𝓐 𝓕𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽…

Teaching is one of the most demanding yet underappreciated professions. Before labeling a teacher as "heartless," consider the immense care behind our actions. Our firmness isn’t about being unkind—it’s about preparing your child for a world that won’t always bend the rules for them.

So let’s work together. When parents and teachers collaborate with trust and understanding, students thrive. And that’s what truly matters.

Credit: A Teacher’s Diary

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The Class VI result for the academic year 2024 demonstrates a remarkable improvement in academic performance compared to the previous year (2023), with an outstanding Overall Pass Percentage of 95.59% exceeding the National Level Pass Percentage of 77.33%.

We take great pride in your excellent performance and extend our best wishes for your future endeavors.☘️

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𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮, 𝘄𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗱𝗼𝗺. The Buddha has shown us the path to understanding the truth of existence, and one of the greatest lessons we can learn is from those who have walked the path before us—our elders.

𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲, 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮 𝗘𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻 𝗲𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. This is an act of deep respect, something the Buddha encourages us to do. In the Dharma, respect for our elders is essential because they carry the wisdom of life. They have seen the impermanence of things, the rise and fall of joy and suffering, and they understand the true nature of samsara—the endless cycle of birth, death, and rebirth.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗵𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. Everything we experience, from our Youth to our old age, is subject to change. 𝗪𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻, 𝘄𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗼𝗹𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗲. Just as the elder in this picture once was young, full of energy and dreams, now he sits, with the weight of years on his shoulders. One day, we too will be like him. The Dharma teaches us to recognize this truth, not to fear it, but to understand it as part of the great cycle of life.

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝘄𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀. Not because of who they are, but because of what they represent: the passage of time and the accumulation of wisdom. They are living reminders of impermanence, teaching us the Dharma through their presence.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗵𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝘀—𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗲, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵, 𝘁𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹—𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗮. We grasp at these things, thinking they are real and permanent, but they are not. Our desires, our attachments, our worldly possessions—all of these are temporary. Even our bodies are like a mirage, appearing solid and real, but ultimately impermanent.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗵, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮 𝗘𝗱𝗲𝗻, 𝗯𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝗺, 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼. In the Dharma, we are taught to look beyond the surface, to understand the deeper truths of life. We are not our bodies, our thoughts, or our feelings. We are part of something much greater—a cycle of life that is endless and ever-changing.

The Buddha said that clinging to this illusion is what causes suffering. We become attached to things that cannot last, and when they fade away, we suffer. But if we can see through the illusion, if we can accept impermanence and let go of our attachments, we can find peace.

𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮 𝗘𝗱𝗲𝗻’𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗱𝗼𝗺, 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗵𝗮'𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗛𝗶𝗺 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗱𝗵𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲. She sits with an open heart, ready to learn the truth of the Dharma. She understands that this world is a place of constant change, and by embracing this truth, she moves closer to the path of liberation.

"𝙏𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚; 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖, 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝, 𝙬𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝘼𝙨 𝙬𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣, 𝙬𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣." - 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙗 𝙀𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝘿𝙤𝙧𝙟𝙞

Let us all take inspiration from this. Respect your elders, for they are teachers of impermanence. Listen to their words, not just with your ears, but with your heart. See the world for what it truly is—an illusion. And through this understanding, may we all find the peace that comes from letting go of our attachments and walking the path of the Buddha.

𝗠𝗮𝘆 𝗞𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮 𝗘𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗱𝗼𝗺, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆. In this, we honor not just our elders, but the very teachings of the Buddha himself.

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Today, one of my student came to me with a piece of paper and said; “Sir, would you mind going through my poem, please?” I readily answered; “Sure, why not?”

As I went through the poem, this particular line caught my attention.

“You broke my heart into pieces,
And now,
Every broken piece loves different girls.”

𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘀, 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗹, but for some reason, I got all shy and didn’t call for the stop. Before I knew it, I ended up in Changzamtok, far from where I needed to be. And of course, the fare got more expensive too. Just my luck!

As I sat there, regretting my quiet decision, I started to think: “𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙪𝙨, 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪” And NO!, I’m not just talking about the bus fare here.

Life is kind of like that bus ride. Sometimes, you realize you’re heading in the wrong direction, but instead of getting off, you stay on, hoping things will magically work out. Spoiler alert: they usually don’t. The longer you stay on that wrong path—whether it’s a job that’s not right, a relationship that’s going nowhere, or just a bad habit—the harder and more costly it becomes to fix things.

So, if you find yourself on the wrong bus in life, don’t hesitate—get off at the first stop. Trust me, it’s way cheaper and a lot less stressful than ending up in Changzamtok when you should’ve been at the hospital!

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