‘Stone is Gold’ said Flea Trader and I realize now
Vomiting whatever I studied just like any other students, I gave sighed relief for short respite I would get from mental torture I went through for last three months. I didn’t have to worry about liberal gifts of whips from my dzongkha lopon, painful pinch from my math teacher, torturous memorization of essay that my English teacher wrote and not even had to endure consistent bullying of various captains. I could breathe air away from intellectual dictation as I didn’t have to shove fodder of rote learning down my throat. I was on two- week summer vacation. I didn’t give a dime about my performance in classroom because I didn’t want to. After two weeks, I would have to listen to bickering and gossips, showing off and lamentation, happiness and sorrows that my friends would tell for weeks. Some would tell me about how his cattle died while he was on guard. Some would tell me a I reached Thimphu only in my geography book. Some of share about adventure of night-haunting and how m