22/09/2014
Dear wait
Today is 22nd September and a blessed
rainy day eve. When the next sun rise illuminates the world with its golden
orb, it will be a historical moment in my life. The date 23rd
September will be a day in my life that will mark a start of another new year
that I cherish the most.
Perhaps, you are already aware of what I would let
you know. Perhaps you are eager to get informed of what I am doing
now.Uhmmm….You know what? This moment has come with lots of difficulties for me
to have a memory. My class captain Mr Dorji Bum has organized a Picnic for
tomorrow to celebrate the Blesses Rainy Day. We 14 of the boys are here tonight
for preparing for tomorrow. Our journey from the hostel started at 4 Pm.Now you
might wonder as to why we are only 14 in number. My class has 23 boys and 14
girls. Nine of my boy friends denied the offer to participate in the
picninc.Perhaps the individual money contribution for the day was too much for
them to afford. Perhaps, they had no interest to be with the crowd. They turned
down the plea for the programme.Only six girls accepted to come for the picnic.
This is quite saddening for us yet that’s not a big issue to spoil our day in general.
After all we all are different and so is our plan. Perhaps they already have
fixed their plan.
Do u want to know what is happening tonight? Ha-ha…there
are so many activities to let you know. Some are funny. Some are serious. Yet
they don’t fail to create memories. As soon as we arrived here everybody got
involved in their own activities that were allocated already. Pitching tents,
hunting for firewood and then shifting luggage. There is a little drizzle
hitting upon us thereby bothering us to extent we are not happy. Never before
had I known to pitch the tents as I don’t have such experiences of sleeping in
the jungle.
Our entire spot for picnic is near Phochu where wide
and deep water keeps singing as it flow down never to return. Around and above
it are the fluffy white clouds drinking from the bed of the river. It is 7:30
now and everything is invisible except the kindling fire. Few of my friends are
busy in making a kitchen while some are busy shifting the luggage inside the
tents to prevent from getting wet. I am busy chopping and peeling the vegetables
along with some friends under the brightness of bulb that we got it connected
from the house nearby. Time flows fast. 
It is now around
9 pm in the evening. Food is ready. There is no work left now for now. I am inside
the tent with a laptop in front of me. Around me is nothing but the darkness
and few friends just watching me write.. I am writing this bullshit report to
keep you updated.
Well, my toothache is still severe but I am
tolerating it just for the picnic tomorrow. I am writing. “Prem, oye Prem; Come
out man!”
“Oh wait, wait guys; I am coming now”. Dear wait, I
am out for now will update you with the news okay? I am out for some task
undone.
Oh yes dea.I am back. It is now 11:30.You know?
Within these two hours, there are lots of moments attributed to my life worth
cherishing memories. Nothing but memories have they become. Two hours was but a
very brief a time. “Truth and dare” and lots of singers entertained my moments.
The friends uttered out there life most secret thing under the influence of
simple liquid. All talked in the tone that was really touching. The talk was
very private made public under the intoxication. Some had their sad part of
story while some had awesome stories to tell. Every now and then, these guys danced as they
stood up for emptying their bladder. Their liquid waste water also added up to
the increase level of water.Lol.Inspite of drizzle hitting our head and wetting
our body, we took our dinner. I took three plates. Soon I was not able to have
balance and came inside the tent to inform you that I did enjoy. With all these
memories left for now, I want to sleep. They are now pillow and a blanket to
keep warm in winter and a thin cloth to keep me cool in summer. When 2015 comes
with blessed Rainy Day I will open the closed bottle of memories to smell once
again. I have to wake early tomorrow or else, Sangay Tshering will kill. He has
already warned us to wake up early.
GOODNIGHT.
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