World-Common Subject

This is Episode I. Episode II will post later.

Student Aishwarya Rai of Babesa Higher Secondary School, Thimphu, was awarded appreciation gift for her impressive kindness and humanity shown to an elderly couple walking in the rain.

PC: Babesa HSS

Umbrella girl is my daughter. Respect ✊

Paro has Taktshang, Yangtse has chorten kora, Mongar has Aja ney, lhuntse has Singye dzong, Thimphu has Tandin ney, Trongsa has taktse college, Tashigang has merak, Pemagatshel has kalingmeto, Samdrupjongkhar has Jomori, please complete ......

Dzongdha, Drangpoen, Drungpa, Dzongrab, Ramjam, Thuemi ... please add yours

𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝘽𝙝𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙣 🇧🇹

Social interaction is fading in many developed countries. People rarely talk to strangers, even when someone appears to be in trouble. It's not because they are bad people; it's simply how many of them were brought up and how their society functions.

One reason they may not ask, "What's wrong?" is because they feel it could be an invasion of someone's privacy. They often prefer to respect personal boundaries rather than interfere.

In Bhutan, however, it's different. We don't hesitate to talk to strangers or offer help when someone needs it. That warmth and sense of community are becoming rare in many developed countries.

It's not that they are bad people—they simply have a different culture. Bhutan's kindness and willingness to help one another is something truly special, and I hope we never lose it.

PC; Rightful owner.

Malaysian Airlines pilot arrested in Indonesia for allegedly attempting to smuggle 26kg of ecstasy

Jakarta, Indonesia — Indonesian authorities have released footage showing the arrest of a Malaysian Airlines pilot accused of attempting to smuggle approximately 26 kilograms of ecstasy and a small quantity of methamphetamine through Jakarta's Soekarno-Hatta International Airport on July 29.

According to officials, customs officers selected the pilot for additional screening despite his access to the flight crew's fast-track lane. During the inspection, authorities allegedly discovered more than 70,000 ecstasy pills concealed inside his luggage, along with a small amount of methamphetamine.

Investigators also said they recovered a bottle containing urine, which they suspect was intended to help falsify the results of a drug test.

The pilot has been taken into custody, and authorities have launched an investigation into the alleged drug trafficking case. If convicted, he could face severe penalties under Indonesia's strict anti-narcotics laws.

Disclaimer: This report is based on information released by Indonesian authorities. The allegations have not been proven in court, and the suspect is presumed innocent unless and until proven guilty through the legal process.

𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕒, 𝔾𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕒, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕂𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕒 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕨𝕣𝕠𝕥𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕦𝕥 𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕡𝕒𝕝'𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕤 𝕡𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕤𝕙𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥

Long before smartphones, social media, and instant messages, love traveled in folded pieces of paper.

A tiny handwritten letter could make someone's entire day.

Back then, Maya, Ganga, and Karma were students at the same school. Like many teenagers, they had innocent crushes. Instead of texting, they carefully wrote love letters using their neatest handwriting, folded it into tiny squares, and waited for the perfect moment to send them.

But there was one problem.

None of them were brave enough to deliver the letters themselves.

Every school had a "messenger"—a trusted friend who secretly carried love letters from one classroom to another. The messenger had one mission: deliver the letter without getting caught by teachers.

Sometimes the mission was successful.

Sometimes... disaster struck.

One afternoon, a messenger accidentally dropped a folded letter in the school corridor. Before anyone could pick it up, a teacher found it.

Within minutes, the entire school knew.

The principal read the letter, recognized the handwriting, and called Maya, Ganga, and Karma to the office.

The next morning, during the school assembly, the principal gave a serious speech.

"Our school is a place for learning," he said. "Romance can wait. Education comes first."

Then came the punishment.

Instead of suspension, the three students were handed sickles and told to cut the grass near the principal's office while everyone watched.

For days, students passing by couldn't help but smile.

"There are the famous love-letter writers," someone whispered.

Even teachers couldn't hide their smiles.

Embarrassed but laughing inside, Maya, Ganga, and Karma finished cutting the grass together. They joked that they probably knew every blade of grass in front of the principal's office better than anyone else.

Years passed.

School uniforms were replaced by office clothes.

The folded love letters became old memories stored in dusty boxes.

One day, the former classmates organized a reunion.

Everyone had changed.

Some had become teachers.

Some were business owners.

Some were parents with children of their own.

As they shared old memories, someone suddenly asked,

"Does anyone remember who used to cut the grass outside the principal's office?"

The room exploded with laughter.

Maya covered her face.

Ganga laughed so hard he could barely speak.

Karma shook his head and smiled.

"I thought nobody would remember that."

An old teacher who had attended the reunion laughed and said,

"Do you know something? We teachers already knew about most of the love letters. We just wanted you students to focus on your studies. Looking back now, those were innocent days."

For a moment, everyone fell silent.

The memories weren't about punishment anymore.

They were about friendship.

About handwritten letters.

About trusted messengers.

About butterflies in young hearts.

And about a time when getting caught with a love letter felt like the biggest problem in the world.

As they walked around their old school before leaving, they stopped near the principal's office.

The grass was perfectly green.

Someone smiled and said,

"Good thing we cut it well all those years ago."

Everyone laughed once more, carrying home a piece of childhood that time could never erase.

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story inspired by school-life memories and is written for entertainment purposes only. The characters, events, and situations are fictional. The story does not encourage students to break school rules or romanticize disciplinary actions, but reflects a nostalgic look at how school experiences are often remembered with humor many years later.

𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣... 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙆𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙪𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙

When Karma entered his first year of college, he was only 18 years old, quiet, respectful, and far from home. Around the same time, the college hired a new hostel matron named Sonam. She was kind, responsible, and treated every student equally.

Since Karma often stayed in the hostel during holidays, Sonam would sometimes remind him to eat on time or ask if he needed anything from town. Their conversations were simple and friendly, but other students quickly noticed that they seemed comfortable around each other.

Rumors began spreading across campus.

To stop the gossip, Sonam simply smiled and told everyone, "Karma is my cousin."

The answer worked. Nobody questioned it anymore. Students believed they were relatives, and the rumors disappeared. Karma and Sonam continued focusing on their own lives. Karma concentrated on his studies while Sonam focused on her responsibilities as the hostel matron. They maintained professional boundaries throughout his years at college.

Four years later, Karma graduated and left the college. He found a stable job in another city. Time passed, and by chance they met again during a local festival. This time, they spoke as two independent adults rather than as a student and a staff member.

Their friendship slowly grew into love.

After more than a year of getting to know each other outside the college, Karma proposed. Sonam accepted.

Their wedding invitation surprised almost everyone from the college.

"What? I thought they were cousins!"

"Didn't the matron always say Karma was her cousin?"

The wedding became the biggest topic among former classmates. Many arrived expecting an explanation.

During the reception, one of Karma's old friends finally asked with a laugh, "So... when did your cousin become your wife?"

The entire hall burst into laughter.

Sonam smiled and replied, "He was never my cousin. I only said that because people kept gossiping when he was my student. It was the easiest way to stop unnecessary rumors. We never dated while he was studying here."

Karma added, "We respected the student-staff relationship. Nothing romantic happened until after I had graduated and we were both free to make our own choices."

The room became silent for a moment before everyone began clapping.

What many had misunderstood for years turned out to be a simple attempt to protect both their reputations. The story that had once been fueled by gossip ended as a celebration of patience, respect, and honest love.

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story created for entertainment purposes only. It does not encourage or endorse romantic relationships between students and staff while a supervisory or authority relationship exists. In the story, the romantic relationship begins only after the student has graduated and the professional relationship has ended.