Sporadic Whispers: Musings of a Part-Time Writer

I don't know if it's just me or everyone one of my ex-classmates feel the same but what I have noticed about all my classes is that my classes have been the noisiest, the one most of the teachers seem to dislike. Was I the common denominator?????? But that was the only backdrop I think my classes had. From pre-primary to plus two, my classes have been filled with extraordinary people. If you wanted someone to compete with in studies my class had the right people (and god know how much trouble i had trying to keep up with them), very talented sportsmen and women, singers, dancers...... you name it, my class had it. I have been blessed to have met all these amazing people and to have made memories that I'll never ever forget in my entire life. I can't say which class was my favorite because each one of them has given me so much to hold on to. But I have to say it's the class of 11 and 12 Sci A (2010-2011), Motithang Higher Secondary School that frequently pops up i

 It's been more than three years now but I can still smell your scent, see your face in front of me and hear your soft voice.  It's been three years now and I still can't believe what has transpired. I just can't seem to take in the fact that I can't see you anymore. But deep down, somewhere in my heart I have a little flickering light that says that you'll come back. I still day dream about our future, about how I would include time for you and our family into my hectic schedule, about how we would raise our children.  Sometimes I feel the need to move on with my life, but then again i feel that for one to move on with their life they need a companion. And for me you have always been that companion. It somehow seems that a part of my soul still dwells in the past because I still do all these crazy things. The only difference is that back then I used to do it to be somehow noticed by you and maybe try to bring a smile on your face even if I had to make a foo