I
can vaguely bear in mind about my childish days. I am born to a family who
earns very low income as monthly wages. It was in 90’s that my father use to
run our home with that amount in a month.. Now a days we can hardly get few
commodities with that amount. To my astonishment, father use to send 5 children
in the school as well as buy necessary home items. Education is one of the
areas which demands lots of investment. I have seen my dad working under
scorching sun and freezing rain. Spending almost a day carrying a sack full of
sand along a steep slope. I can clearly remember that, dad and mom have neither
left us bare foot nor clothe less. We were given every essential needs that
would keep us alive and lead us to an independent survivor.
My
father worked relentlessly and we gave our best endeavor to study hard. Mother
didn’t fail to accomplish her household chores and the situation was perfect
even though there was seldom blood, tear and turmoil. I got the best education
quality and my sisters couldn’t move further to tertiary education. Now they
are married and stays at home. I am the only son and the only sibling working
as a civil servant. I am working in one of the solitary Dzongkhags which I believe
is the best place to build our capacity to face turbulent times.
Today,
as I try to flash back with hard and gentle moments, I am filled with lots of
responsibilities and commitment to be made to my parents. To pay my deep
respect for what they did to me. These words remain as words and commitments as
procrastination. I hardly spend time and share good memories with them. Today my
parents are walking in the early 60’s and giving their best to make old bones.
I have my deep reverence and very thankful for their unconditional love but I know
I can never pay in gratitude.
