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TEARS OF SUFFERING
his friends. His generosity made him the epitome of the
students in the school.
Thimphu had a lovely day. The sun beamed down from
a cloudless sky throughout the morning. The ride to his
school had turned out to be charming. Mother dropped
him to school that day. All along that way, Samphel
smiled through the window-glass of his mom’s Prado.
“Wow, what a lovely day!” In the downtown, Samphel
saw a little boy in a tattered gho on the street.
Hair tousled and body smudged with patches of dirt, the
frail boy sauntered languidly as if he had lost his way back
home. He turned to light; he turned left; and then stood
still, indecisive. His emaciated figure portrayed him like a
starving street dog. His eyes blinked with pain.
Samphel’s heart wrenched, and soon tears filled his eyes.
“Over there, mom,” he said, pointing at the boy.
Mom pulled over the car beside the road, almost hitting
a pedestrian. “Where? What?”
“The boy, Mom.”
Her jaw dropped. “Oh, poor boy.”
As Mother and son watched him, the boy went from
dustbin to dustbin, scavenging for leftovers. At long last,
the boy scooped up an apple reached to its core. He
turned around to check if anyone was watching. When
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