လင်မျှော်ကုန်းသို့ တမ်းတချင်း ၁
Wistful longing for လင်မျှော်ကုန်း။
Hence U Aung named it လေမျှော်ကုန်း။ But we voted against it and called လင်မျှော်ကုန်း instead.
It’s a hill slope, cultivation of အမိုး where she plants the corn and other only-god-knows vegetables that are scattered across the hill.
A long dead tree trunk lays in the middle of it and serves as an extended bench for a desolated soul to contemplate the meaning of life by looking at the chain of rolling hills in the distance.
The place offers us different sceneries throughout the day too.
In the morning, it gives us a breathtaking misty view, offering the mood of quietness and calmness, a relaxed vibe to enjoy the sight of mists forming on the hill's top.
In the daytime, under the scourging sun, it is bare and boring.
In the evening, it becomes a sight to behold again before the setting sun, with the shafts of light through the clouds.
It became our hangout place after early dinner in the evening. We sat on the tree trunk, shared cigarettes, took drags and sipped instant coffee from our bamboo cups.
It was where we opened our hearts, talked about the old broken dreams, and revived them, dared to make new dreams and plans.
We dreamt of a beautiful place where people would live harmoniously and happily.
We felt safe, undisturbed and infinite there, inhaled freedom and exhaled hatred towards the bastards drunk on power.
We all had our shared moments there. — It is now a home far away from home.