Sporadic Whispers: Musings of a Part-Time Writer

I’m sure there were things you wanted to do or become when you were little kids, and I did too. Some of you might have achieved it and some may not have. But this is nothing to regret about. Things always turn out the way they are supposed to be. And today I want to share some of those dreams of mine. In school we were all asked what we wanted to become in the future and there would be a sea of different answers. My answer was always automatic; a teacher. And that’s not just it. I wanted to become a Dzongkha teacher, simply because my father and my uncle were Dzongkha teachers during that time. And as I grew older, the specificity of the subject I wanted to teach became vague but it was still a teaching career I wished for. I remember my cousins telling me to always aim higher and that kind of changed what came out of my mouth in the latter period of my schooling life. But no matter what I said, deep within me, there has always been a little voice that keeps telling me that my fu

Teachers play a very important role in the upbringing of a child because of the fact that children spend most of their childhood in schools with teachers. They show us the path to our bright futures and help us keep track whenever we waver about our path. It is therefore very important to celebrate their existence and acknowledge their profession. It is important for us to be reminded of the greatness of teachers, and of their efforts. And what better way to do it than dedicate an entire day to their name and give them the joy they truly deserve. Today I would like to convey my heartfelt gratitude to all the teachers that I’ve had till now, starting first from my family. My parents were my first teachers. They are the reason I can stand up, walk, talk and eat properly. It is because of what they taught me that I have my own identity and that I’m able to present myself to others. My sister and my cousins helped me to learn all the games and other fun stuff to do around the house. I