Flashback of my compassionate heart at the very early age of my school days

I don't quite recall whether I was in Class PP or Class I, but I vividly remember the class picnic we had with an Indian teacher at Neyra Ama Chu, a sizable river flowing beside the Thungkhar School. While I'm aware that a significant portion of Indians are vegetarians, my recent internet search unveiled Chicken Makhani as their most renowned Indian dish and recipe. Even back then, chicken dishes held a special place, particularly during class outings with our Indian teacher at Thungkhar Primary School in Trashigang.

 During one of these outings, my Indian teacher instructed me to kill a rooster for our lunch. I can't quite fathom how I managed to persuade my imposing teacher amidst the shock, anxiety, and tears of the moment. Somehow, I eluded the task of killing the rooster, though one of my classmates eventually carried out the act. This memory resurfaced when I embarked on the path of Bodhicitta after becoming a student of Tang Rinpoche and taking on the role of Dewachen Tshogpa's coordinator.

 Now, a significant commitment in my life involves aiding vulnerable animals through the organization ཁྱེའུ་ཆུ་འབེབས་ཚོགས་པ། (Kheyu Chhubep Tshokpa), which I will delve into more in the subsequent posts.