Third post

After my friends and relatives gave me positive comments, they wanted me to write more. Some wanted me to write about politically sensitive article, which I will not, mainly because I don't want there to be war. Sorry to disappoint you my friend.

I think its not fair to criticize something and try to change your opinion, without letting people know proper me. Well, following might look fake to some, or stupid, but it is truth.

I was in my 2nd standard. I was innocent then. I did not know how to difference bad from good. The only truth I had learned about was death. Yes, just death. I used to be as mischievous as any kid. We had no such thing as TV, so all of us, kids, used to play marbles and a game of chase and touch called "clap". That was our definition of fun. We living in such a location where the only development was getting 24 hours electricity. Sometimes the water taps used to dry up indefinitely. But mind you it was not the remotest place. That was how Bhutan was two decades ago. And all of us were equally poor. If you had VCR system, then that would make you the richest.

Any ways, one day we were told to bring crayon coloring pencils by our social studies teacher. So all of us brought except one guy, the guy who changed me for life. This guy was really poor. And by poor i mean really poor. His clothes was torn, faded badly and restitched many times. His shoes couldn't hide his toes (am not exaggerating.)

As i was saying he had not brought crayons; teacher told us to colour the pictures from our textbook and she went out. As the guy was scared and ashamed he couldn't tell our teacher that he had not brought his crayons. Therefor he started asking me and other guys if he could borrow, and being mischievous and selfish kids, we all refused.

Then as i was colouring, I saw him just sitting idly, with a face that I can never forget. The face which i can never describe. He looked so sorrowful. I just couldn't stand there. so i shared my crayons with him. And when I did, he was so happy. His sorrowful face now all cheered up and happy. He was happy to draw.

That day I realized, it always feel good to help someone. But more than that if we share this world, everyone will be happy. So my friends DON'T be selfish. If u see someone who also want something that you can share, just go up to them and share. I promise u, u will never regret.