Page 9 - TEARS OF SUFFERING

TEARS OF SUFFERING

forget the thoughts of her late husband, Zangmo worked
from dawn to dusk, each day. Hoping to turn over a new
leaf in their lives, she strained every nerve and worked
harder, but the more she worked, the more she struggled.
It was hard for the mother and son to meet both ends.

The upper echelons of the society didn’t help them;
nobody bothered to offer help though the widow and her
son drowning in the pool of unending adversities. Even
fellow humans with the most gifted senses sometimes
lose their elevated thoughts and stoop to act like savage
beasts. Rather than help them out of their poverty-
stricken lives, the brethren ascribed that their deprivation
had ruined the village’s stature, although poverty wasn’t
a vice. Had they helped them in small measures, the
merits gained would have been equal to the saving of a
hundred lives. No doubt it was the desire of the
Almighty, but it remained ignorant to them. No one
came to liberate them from the endless tribulations.
Thus, the village—otherwise magnificent—infamously
stood like a cemetery. None but only the Almighty knew
what future lay in their fate.

In the school, Ugyen napped in the bushes while the
others ate lunch. When the bell rang, he trudged back
into the classroom. He winced as his empty stomach
rumbled.

One day, a man came to their hut. He was stout and
muscular, but amicable. He promised to look after them

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