မေယုရောက် ဘိုရူးတစ်ယောက်
မေယုမှာ
မိုးရွာရင်
တစ်ကိုယ်တည်းငေးမိရဲ့
အတွေးဟိုသည်ခုန်လို့
ရူးတော့မယ်။
Not my own lines, but hugely inspired by the work of ဆရာမ ကြည်အေး။
I still vividly remember the date I arrived here - 29th March 22. The journey up here was tiresome and somewhat eventful. Fourity five minutes ferry crossing was the highlight. Two hours car ride was uncomfortable and
unforgettable. There were six of us, all colourful travellers, including a female driver who was a formula one driver, that I could assure you. She was just incredible. There were moments she gave me heart attacks.
There was a monk, a talkative and inquisitive one. He showed interest in my flask. I felt sorry that I couldn’t be parted from it. I felt pity for a Muslim man who had to get out of the car at every security checkpoint to show
the travel permit. Once, he got the paperwork mixed up with his mums and got a mouthful from the officer. I secretly had a peek at his paperwork whilst he was sorting it out, and learnt that his mum was back in SIT receiving
medical treatment.
I saw the border fence; it was fascinating.
Three words sum up the town I am in now.
Dusty, Chaotic, Expensive.
The border town I’d thought about before I came, the town I would call home for a year or so. I couldn’t wait to see how things would unfold.
The initial days were hollow and empty, and homesickness was paramount.
I was longing for a roommate. And I had him. A young married, cool as cucumber bloke from the city.
The story will surely continue. It’s a long time coming till I depart.