MARCH 10, 1993.

                                                               

 

Those moments appears blurred and unclear in my inward eye. Yet I can recollect some of the moments very vividly. At times recollecting of those memories make me to chuckle, evoke excitement, and feel pain in my heart and sometimes to shed tears. Although those times has elapsed for dozen of years, yet in seldom it awakens poignant memories of my first day in Shingkhar primary School.

  Of course, I am pretty sure that no any extraordinary human being can turn the clock of memories back; no matter they conquer all planets and proved that Einstein is wrong with his formula E= mc². When memories of those kiddies days gets click in my memory box, it lead me to the state of somnolence embedded with the feelings of nostalgia. Ultimately this has forced my part of brain responsible for recording memories to shut.

 At this juncture, I am almost afflicted with amnesia, consequently stopped me to elaborate here after. I am completely succumbed to somnolence by now and it has obscured the flow of my thoughts and abandoned me from completing.