I wrote this story when I was in class twelve. It begged me huge marks for my English paper I. I was supposed to write on the theme, “Blood is thicker than water.”

Drugyel and Dawa are brothers. Their parents are rich, extremely rich. They have high name and reputation in the community. They are regarded as the descendent of ruling elite. They live in a castle with silver floor.

Uphel is the only daughter of a single mother, Yangzom. She knows not her caste. She is poor with very low status. She drinks all day and night, from every summer until winter. She lives in an outskirt hut, ostracized, and often selling her body to make a living.

Uphel is extraordinarily beautiful- in fact, a god’s creation. She is kindhearted, compassionate, and bold. Drugyel falls for her. He fears no norms and stereotypes. He sinks in madness of her love. She loves him back incredibly. They weave their love in heaven and promise to fight every mortal and existence.

The moon glimmer brighter and brighter, the stars twinkle time after time. Yes, they are really in love, true love.

Dawa, conservative and cunning sly, was in misery when his brother disgraced the family name and reputation. But, he feared to interfere and confront Druyel’s fearless madness driven by sweet nectar of Uphels’s love.

One gloomy day, when birds stopped singing, when sun stopped shining, Uphel received a love note printed on a yellow autumn leave carried by the honest wind. She shined again, radiance of ecstasy illuminated all over charming face.

The mysterious note read, “ Dear love, as hungry in love for eternity, I am dying to meet you, dying to smell your sweet scent dying to immortalize a worldly kiss on your burning lips, so come to yellow woods by moonlight.”

She strolled bravely by herself, with singing melody of love. Yellow woods welcomed her coldheartedly. Her sweet voice whispered his name, but only anxious nature echoed back. She was lost in deep exploration of her heart amidst wood replicating dungeon. No sooner did she turn back, the tall shadow befall in front her frail figure. The dark and tall figure held a long dagger in one of  the hands. She shivered. As she jump a step forward, the monster behind her hurdled two-step ahead, and grabbed her by her tiny neck and sliced her throat, making her body shudder with stream of bloods rushing down her bosom. She fell down on the earth, who was the only witness, and she whispered her last breath, “Why….. Dawa, why… ? You did kill my body, but how can you liberate your brother’s soul which is already imprisoned with mine.”

As she stopped breathing permanently, birds and trees wept, sky-showered rain of tears, and winds breathed heavily….