From
Tenzin Dorji
Dagapela Middle Secondary School
Dagana
Bhutan
To
Angel Kelzang Chhoden
Dewachhen
Heaven
My Dearest Angel,
How have you been faring these days. Perhaps you got little busy for you now forgot to visit me in my dreams too. Or perhaps you understood I would be fine by myself and decided to move forward. However, I won’t complain. I rather choose to appreciate your move forward. You must abandon wandering around this miserable world of mine. I only wish you to take a new form and start revealing the facts of being the reincarnate of my one and only love- Kelzang Chhoden.
Today, I have couple of things to share with you. While you might like some, you might find some very disturbing. If you are listening, I want you to just hear it and ignore it at the end. I will be fine with that for my intention is not to seek any answer. I do it to keep our letter writing system alive.
Recently a student of class eight of a nearby school committed suicide. It is said that he was scolded and given few pats on his back by the Principal for coming late to the morning study. However, people are now claiming and accusing the Principal to have brutally beaten him, making him take such a decision. The Principal has already been arrested. There wasn’t much inquiry and investigation as well. Our education policy of ‘Ban on corporal punishment’ makes the case even worse. Though I know nothing much in detail I still find it right to say THAT IS NOT FAIR. His years of service to nation and children should have a say here, rather than just dragging him behind bars. I personally feel it is only going to make teaching a risky job, thereby losing people already in the field and those willing to join may opt not to. I don’t say teachers should be allowed to beat children. That’s not right at all and it should not be allowed. However, certain degree of acceptance should be laid rather than having NO SUPPORT AT ALL. I really want to deliberate on this but perhaps I might just disturb you. I am already disturbed but why disturb you. My dear I thank you so much for prohibiting me from using any kind of force with children. I am keeping the promise and that’s why I think you are my savior.
Conversely, I had to slap a boy. I am very sorry but I can explain. I tried not to but I couldn’t hold the anger for he vandalized our car and crumpled your photos which were there in the car. One Sunday, I found our car vandalized. It didn’t make me much angry at first but later when I saw your photos lying on the foot mat (some crumpled and some stamped) I could do nothing but promise myself that I shall hit whoever is the culprit. I complained it with police and after weeks, the culprits were arrested. You won’t believe they were students of my school. At first, I asked them politely to return the tape that they stole from our car. They adamantly refused to have anything to do with that. I was later informed by the police that they admitted to have vandalized our car. Police even obtained the tape from them. So, I went to the Police station and slapped the one who lied to me. I told their parents that I can forgive anything but not the disgrace they did with your photos. I told them I will hit them again, if they appeared in-front of me ever again. I am thankful they are behind bars- away from my reach.
By the way, I shared your story and I am still sharing it. It is my promise to you that I shall keep sharing about you and keep you alive until my last breathe on earth.
Mr. Ugyen Sonam from BBS came to interview me for his TV show- Naangi Taam (Secrets). He had watched the video clip I uploaded on Facebook. I was asked about you, I told him everything he wanted to know. I told him that I was sharing the story with him not just because it is a story that needs to be shared but because it is a story that needs to be definitely heard. Later the movie maker, Mr. Kuenley Tshering came to see me. He too wanted to hear the story. So I sat with him, taking a day off and narrated him from top to bottom. He said he is coming back soon to get more and I said, it just makes me more happy. It gives me good opportunity to keep our story intact somewhere. If something should happen to me tomorrow, I shall not regret I didn’t record it somewhere. Even if I lose sense, I am sure this story of ours will bring it back to me as in one of the novels by Nicholas Sparks.
I also celebrated this year’s Teachers’ Day for you. I told my children that you are the greatest teacher I ever had. A student offered a khaddar for you, wishing you a very happy teachers’ day. I received on your behalf and wore it around my neck for a day. You must know you are now not just my teacher but a teacher to thousands.
Let me share one more thing and stop for this time. I want you to know that the camp RUF is flourishing extremely well. The preparation works are also on track. We already received about Nu. 48, 900 as donations from various individuals. Many are still on the way. I am going to spend this summer break, gathering funds for the camp. I am very optimistic that I will be able to gather the required amount on time. I will keep you updating about the camp. I just want you to know that it is going to happen at any cost. Trust me as you always deed and I shall not make you regret your decision- your decision to marry me; your decision to love me; your decision to trust me with your unrealized dreams.
My love, I have nothing to offer you but my purest of pure loves and truest of true dedications.
Craving for thy Love
Yours hubby