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Memory is oddly selective. Today for no reason I found myself inexplicably transported back to the past. Just about two years ago today, I arranged to meet Emily for lunch at Casa Mia restaurant in Sule Square. It was great to catch up and see her again after a year and a half. After lunch, I met up with Shali and bought a pack of cigarettes before heading to 21st Street for some tea. It was her little secret hideaway in the bustling city of Yangon. On the 21st street, she and I spent hours discussing our forthcoming projects at a teashop until the sun went down. Afterwards, we headed to the

Happy Birthday.  Come to think of it I never wished you a happy birthday when you were with us.  Four years have passed since you departed and here I am wishing you a happy birthday.  How very ironic!!  Looking back we never spent any good quality time together, it was like we were passing each other in the hall and grabbing quick moments of “forced happiness” before we ran out of the door.  The worst thing was I even didn’t talk any decent of you on the day you left us behind, not that I knew it was your last day