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TEARS OF SUFFERING
Wangmo sobbed vehemently as she saw her husband.
“Ana Zangmo passed away!”
“Oh, really?” blurted her husband. “When?”
“This morning.”
Whatever, in such a situation, her husband told his
bereaved wife he’d accompany her to attend the funeral.
Humans cannot escape death amidst the brevity of life.
Sooner or later, everybody is bound to follow the same
destiny. Perhaps it’s in adherence to the tradition that
Wangmo’s husband agreed to attend his wife’s sister’s
funeral.
No sooner had they heard the tragic news than they
booked the tickets for their eastbound journey. After
travelling for almost two and a half days, they were
almost home when Wangmo spotted a familiar figure. It
was a small stupa that brought reminiscences. She beheld
it for some time and sobbed. It was more than a decade
since her sister had said farewell to her at this place when
she left for Thimphu. Wangmo sobbed when she
recollected her sister’s parting advice.
“Wangmo, I am very happy that you are leaving for
Thimphu,” said Ana Zangmo. “Be a good babysitter and
take good care of the child entrusted to you. And be
obedient to your master and mistress.”
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