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TEARS OF SUFFERING

Ugyen clasped his arms and said, “I can’t wait to see it.”
Back at home, Ugyen stared at the ceiling and wondered
what might be the present. “What could she get for me
from her village? What’s so special in that gift she
wouldn’t tell me?”

The next day, Tshoden called him the verandah. “Here.
It’s a token of friendship. Now, open it and see to
yourself.”

Ugyen opened the package and saw a dhapa.

“Do you like it?” asked Tshoden.

An inscription on the bottom read: “For my forever
friend.” Overwhelmed by emotions, Ugyen read it again.

With the mouth fully drawn back at the corners, Ugyen
exclaimed, “It looks expensive. Where’d you get that
from?”

Tshoden flashed a smile at him. “Don’t worry, my
father owns a machine for these kinds of crafts.”

He choked on his much-obliged words. “Thank you so
much, Tshoden. It means a lot to me.”

“You are welcome.”

Ugyen had a special closet at home. He put his precious
gift there. He opened the closet and fiddled with the

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