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TEARS OF SUFFERING

quest for the boy, but couldn’t find the boy. So he went
home with pain in his heart. He looked for the boy
everywhere. The corners, undergrounds, and back streets
and alleyways. “Alas! Where is that poor boy?”

Born into an aristocratic family, he never experienced the
tragic human neglect as he had witnessed the miserable
boy. His sympathy for the street boy soon transformed
into great care and affection.

Worst of all was the sight of the boy rummaging through
the bin and picking up the apple. It haunted him the most
at home. He tried all the ways he knew to put off the
thought from his mind, but nothing worked. He had
never seen a human scavenge scraps from the bins. He
always thought humans didn’t have much difference in
terms of living standards, that they all had the same basic
needs, but his encounter with the ill-fated boy revealed
the reality of the harsh world. It shattered his mystic
conviction.

Thimphu and occasionally a few smaller towns were all
he had ever visited. His conviction about the people’s
livelihood was restricted to the experiences of these few
prosperous towns. The tragic sight of the boy put his
mind on a rack that he wanted to help him live a normal
life.

The next day—before his mother got dressed for her
office—Samphel stepped out into the bright morning

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